That time of year when we can sing the Cold Miser and Heat Miser songs :O)
At a light today whilst commuting into work I noticed in the car in front of me - this little BobbleHead:
I
SO want one!
THAT, my friends, is Snow Miser. The keeper of all things cold and frozen
"They call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to ice in my clutch
I'm too much!"
From
The Year Without A Santa Claus of course.
And of course, I'll need the matching Heat Miser:
"They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!"