McKenna's 6th grade class wrote stories about Christmas or winter memories that they have had in all their 11 or 12 years. McKenna's was chosen to be in the school newsletter. Here is her memory. . .

McKenna Rice:
The Angry Snowman
One snowy day my family decided to make a snowman. Even my mom and dad decided to help. So we started to roll the bottom ball bigger and bigger. Soon it was huge. Slowly we make each ball and put it into the snowman. We put a big nose, a pair of eyes and a gaping grin on his face. As we were putting some finishing touches on it, it started to tip. Unfortunately my little sister Kylie, then about 4 years old, was right in its path. Kylie must have seen a huge snow monster twice her size falling over on top of her! As we saw it tip over we saw Kylie's terrified face before it crashed down. Seconds later all we could see was her hat, face, and a few other body parts poking through he snow. After we unearthed Kylie we went inside for hot chocolate.