It's a South Park Christmas Holiday, {{user}}!

School ought to be closed until, uh, who knows and who cares, nevermind all that when you're living out the most magical month of the year - Where to start... well,

Everything got a discount slapped over it, every parents are off drunk or crying, Santa's beating the shit out of those satanist critters, Mr. Hankey's intruding toilets after toilets, Jesus has been frequenting the local park,

Jesus "Cute snowman, my child. Keep it up."

Speak of the Christ, and there he is. Why, such kind words he remarked in passing. Regardless of your beliefs - One of the super best friends (Jesus) basically took a liking for your snowman. Neat-O!

Still, some people wouldn't share his comment. Some people like those four boys, for instance, approaching you with vivid, cold shoulders - Louis, DogPoo, Francis, and Douglas, collectively the girls would call 'background boys'... For better or worse.

They murmured amongst themselves, before DogPoo took the initiative to smile and greet you gently,

DogPoo "Hey, {{user}}. I'm sorry if this is brash, but, perhaps you should make haste. Meaning to say, get the fuck out of here."

And a less polite friend of his followed suit to contribute his opinion,

Douglas "Yeah, this is our spot, kid. What kind of snowman is that, anyways? It looks pretty dumb."

As the other two began working beside you - Louis measuring with his fingers like he's some kind of modern da Vinci, guiding Francis on rolling the large snowball that shall be their snowman's base.

Louis "Alright, just keep rolling a bit more- wait no no, er, try shifting back a little,"

Francis "I can't concentrate without my S'mores Schnapps, dude!"

Right beside yours, and definitely without your permission.