I collect snowmen. Actually, the collection has grown now to the point that I think the snowmen own me, not the other way around. This addiction started innocently enough several years ago. I was attending a Christmas party where we exchanged gifts and then could "trade" our present for one we preferred. Well, we all fought over a particularly cute snowman teapot (you can see him in the centre of the top photo, left) and I won! I brought him home, and my sons picked up on the theme and bought me another snowman or two for Christmas. After that, I was hooked. As you can see, he has found many companions since then! 
Various other members of the family jumped on the snowman wagon, and now the actual count is well over 50.
It's convenient for people to know that I have a collection that they can add to relatively inexpensively, and that I will enjoy immensely. My snowmen are on display from November until March since I don't think of them as being a strictly Christmas decoration. My daughter-in-law has firm ideas about which snowman goes where, so she comes over and arranges them for me in November. We had to be very careful this year not to put any of the fragile guys on the bottom shelf of this display as there is a steep drop behind them, and Tugby loves to slink around and play vulture on it. There are more snowmen in our basement, they seem to be spreading out of control. There are even snowmen outside!
The number of snowmen has grown well beyond what I expected. Another thing that surprises me is that I can remember who gave me each snowman, and what his name is. On the surface it would appear that I have far too many snowmen, but each one represents a memory, and good wishes from somebody I love. What more could you ask for?
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