Frosty the Snowman is not a Christmas story.
The guy is a magically-animated pile of snow. The only difference between Frosty and any other snowman is that a magical hat was placed upon his head. His lifeforce comes from the magic, not from the snow. Were some more nefarious magical item placed upon Frosty’s body, such as the One Ring, the Eye of Vecna, the Brady Bunch tiki amulet, or the Necronomicon, he would’ve been a MUCH different snowman.
Ignoring the magical nature of Frosty’s existence, in the end he’s just an ice golem looking to not melt. Basically the story is a reflection of man’s basal desire to flee his inevitable death. The only reason the kids suggest Frosty run to the North Pole is because they ignorantly believe, in their tiny, foolish minds, that there is land at the North Pole, and not the inhuman, brutal frozen ocean that it is. They just as easily could’ve suggested he run to Antartica, the top of Mount Everest, or even the freezer chest of a local Chili’s restaurant, and it wouldn’t have changed the premise of Frosty the Snowman.
It was nice that Santa came in at the end of the tale to rescue the possessed, animated ball of frost. It was shocking that Santa stomped all over centuries of common law when it came to property rights by taking the magical top hat from Professor Hinkle. Still, Santa could’ve rescued Frosty at any time of the year had he so chosen, likewise anyone who knew how to throw a right hook could’ve also stopped Professor Hinkle at the end, too.
Therefore, Frosty the Snowman has never been a Christmas story.
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