This was the very same Frosty the Snowman book I had as a youth, and with its cherub-faced kids, 1940's feel (look at the cars) and illustration style that reminded me of the old-fashioned wrapping paper used by my grandparents, I'm sure it had a very big part in shaping my love for simpler, old-timey Christmases.
As a little tyke, I would pore over the drawings in this book, in love with the chocolate chip eyes on the kids and slightly freaked out by Frosty's red boots, never quite attached to him, floating on phantom legs.
But as I look back on it now, this example of one of my first impressions of the Christmas season, I just want to go outside and build a snowman and hope a magical hat blows by.
Enjoy...