The next morning Mom and I were going to drop Angie off at home. We get there and the snowman was GONE. Angie and I looked everywhere. In showers, under beds, everywhere. Schmoopie kept a straight face and refused to admit he even saw the snowman. We knew he was lying and couldn’t prove it! Then like 10 years later the snowman reappeared!!! I had recently moved back home and climbed in bed, rolled over and came face to face with the snowman! He was BAAACK! Since then he has appeared in showers, trunks of vehicles and has recently been making a few appearances at weddings. I snuck him into The Schmoopie Wedding in 2010 and he was at my wedding last summer. I absolutely love this funny tradition my family has and am happy to finally share it here.