I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville wife and mother with a passion for family travel, (mostly) healthy cooking, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries with you, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark.
January 28, 2016
WARNING: The following pictures are extremely graphic in nature. Viewer discretion is advised.
It’s happening right now in neighborhoods across the nation, affecting families of every race, religion, and income. This deadly epidemic leaves thousands of victims in its wake each year, yet we’ve taken no steps to stop its relentless progress.
In front yards and on sidewalks, I see the gruesome casualties of this unseen assassin. While others turn a blind eye to the suffering taking place in our midst, I can remain silent no longer.
Our snowmen are dying. And it’s time for us to come together and do something about it.
This year, one out of every four American families will witness a snowman’s death.
While we sit in our family rooms eating Big Macs and watching Netflix, entire families of snowmen are slowly perishing right outside our picture windows.
Those still standing have little hope of being saved or even comforted in their final hours. The vast majority will face an agonizingly slow demise completely on their own.
We are so desensitized to their plight that we don’t even bother to cover their modesty when clothing fails them.
Every seven seconds, another snowman’s head falls off. Yet we continue on with our day as though these brutal, senseless deaths weren’t happening just a few feet from our doorsteps.
Do your part, America. Save a snowman… before it’s too late.
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