The 1980s animation The Snowman with the crystal voice of a young Aled Jones, implied that come morning the men of ice would be no more.  Well, I can say Fred, my snowman, is made of hardier stuff.  His right eye, his nose and his lips may have fallen off (a worrying condition) and a few of his buttons dropped from the coat, but with a bit of remedial work, he was as good as new (his cucumber right eye slipped out again – probably not cancer though).  His head is now sloping forward ominously but it means he no longer eyeballs us (literally) in the upstairs bathroom.  Mind, the ball of his body and the compacted ice above will probably last at least a week given the temperatures in the core will be so low and insulated from the outside as to remain solid for some considerable time.