Snowman Hammer

In a winter's realm where frost does gleam,
A snowman stood, a whimsical dream.
With coal for eyes and a carrot for a nose,
He awaited the day when winter wind blows.

In his snowy hands, a hammer of might,
Crafted from ice, catching the sunlight.
A frosty tool with a magical spin,
To shape the snowflakes and dreams within.

With each gentle tap, a sculpture unfolds,
A masterpiece crafted, as the story is told.
The snowman's hammer, a winter's delight,
Creating wonders beneath the moonlight.

Snowflakes danced in the crisp, cold air,
As the snowman worked with tender care.
His icy hammer, a symbol so grand,
A sculptor's touch in the winter wonderland.