Beginning as a giant snowball high in the mountains, the self-made snowman takes on more and more of a human form as he slides through some branches, a tent and a holiday wreath, onto a wagon, and into town where he scatters crowds of panicked pedestrians before landing right in place to preside over the village Christmas celebration. Neither the snowman nor anyone else makes a sound throughout, though, by way of explanation. Krahn is quoted on the jacket as saying that he enjoys making ""humorous illustrations of public catastrophes."" Despite the intriguing detail of Krahn's black and white drawings which resemble soft pencil sketches, the wry, sophisticated absurdity of this particular catastrophe won't necessarily tickle everyone the same way. Appreciation is probably more a matter of sensibility than of age, but it's more likely to take the form of solitary smiles and silent laughter than public story hour success.