Snowmen of the Damned

We think these are supposed to be snowmen. The kind of snowmen Nathaniel Hawthorne would have made.

What I do know about them is that I find them unsettling. At initial glance, they seem to be merry enough, despite being Puritans. They’re smiling. What’s not to love?

But then you hang them on the tree and really start looking at them.

You start looking at their eyes. 

Their eyes.

Go into the kitchen. 

It’s ok. 

Everything is fine. 

Go. 

Go now.

That’s it. Get the knife. In the drawer. Get the knife.

No! No! I defy you! Get thee behind me, felt demons . . .