I think that snow guy from the claymation movie may have come in here yesterday
to clobber me awake
The Island of Misfit Toys?
Yes, I go there
Oh, that’s how he found me 

He showed up and said it was time to get going, right there in the middle of the night
Wasn’t even December
“Time to make moves,” he said through his white fur
“Enough now. You’re not a train with square wheels. Not a jack-in-the-box who howls at the moon. Or an elephant made of feathers. Let’s go.”
He held out my backpack, handed me a water bottle.
We took off on an adventure
It took us over snow-topped mountains, down into the village where Santa forgot to visit that one time
We met the dentist
I asked if I could touch his curly clay blond hair and he let me
The snow guy who likes to be called The Abominable Snowman (he means this) was so nice
He said, “Why didn’t you come find me? You, of all people, you know where to find me.”
We hugged then.
What a nice, what a wonderful snow guy
“Abominable Snowman, I knew where you were,” I said. “But I can’t read maps. I didn’t know how to get here.”
We hugged again.
“I know,” Snow Guy said. “Your stocking will have a compass this year.” What a great snow guy. Who gets to be friends with the real Abominable Snowman? You know who? The misfit toys. They let me visit their island. They make me LuckyLikeThis.