I am a grown woman who loves to make snowmen. There, I said it, and I'm glad.
I make candles that look like them:
I make big snowmen all by myself, usually without the help of the children:
I make tiny little snowmen:
I even made one for Mr. Farmer for his birthday:
I remember making a snowman with my father one time many years ago. He taught me little tricks like how to roll the balls big by pushing them down with their own weight. He also showed me that a marshmallow shape works just as well as a ball, and it is easier to make! I grew up 50 miles to the south of here, so deep snow was more of a treat than business as usual, but it did happen from time to time.
I only started making snowmen a few years ago. As soon as the kids were big enough to help, they were big enough to have interest in other things, like throwing snowballs at each other and sword fighting with sticks. But I was not to be discouraged. I will keep on making them as long as I am able, and, inevitably, I will be sore and satisfied the next day.