My landlord has set up a lighted, vacuum-powered snowman in our front yard who we've named Gorgoth. Gorgoth is enormous and more than a little scary. Easily seven feet tall, he brandishes a huge candy cane triumphantly above its head, smiling, perhaps in celebration of clubbing some innocent passerby. I can imagine his attack... with surprising agility, he springs over the picket fence while singing a holiday ditty with Burl Ives voice.
The first time I saw him, I stood in awe of his sheer mightiness. Now I'm just thankful that he deflates during the day.