The snow came down, and the neighborhood answered the call.

A snowman appeared, big, solid, standing tall.

A proper snowman.

But something wasn’t right.

The nose.

While his almost-4-year-old was off waging tiny wars against the snow, rolling, running, and launching himself into drifts, Ganz disappeared into the woods. No announcement. Just a man on a mission.

Because a snowman deserves the right nose.

Not just any stick. Not just any rock. Not something good enough. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲.

When Ganz returned. He had it.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝘀𝗲.

The nose was placed.

The snowman was complete.

𝗝𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲.