My Snowman is in love with the Snow girl next door

My Snowman is in love
with the snow girl next door.
He thinks I do not know
but I know it for sure.

‘Cause when the moon is full
like a silver Sixpence,
I see my Snowman climbing over
my garden fence.

He gets down on one knee
and presents her with a rose
that he has carved himself
out of the winter snow.

He says, “Please be my Juliet
and I’ll be your Snow-meo"
then, arm in arm, they take a stroll.
Through the moonlit night they go.

And one night I thought
that I even saw Santa too.
He asked, “Do you take her for your bride?”.
My Snowman replied, “I do”.

Then the next morning, I went out.
Snow was falling soft as lace.
My snow man had lipstick on his cheek
and a smile upon his face.