Poor Santa, his nose now serves as a snow-measurement tool.
Those little cyclops ash urns from the smoking areas were a little full of themselves when I came across them on my wintery walk. Don't they look pleased with themselves that they knew to get under roof?
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater is wishing he'd picked a larger pumpkin shell, so he could snuggle with the Mrs. and keep warm. She's not looking too cooperative. "Maybe you should have thought of that back when you ordered this snug little home for me…"