I've done two previous versions of the Seven of Snow and have loathed them both equally (enjoy the schadenfreude here and here). During the other night's round of insomnia, I revisited the card again, this time coughing up a snowman like a hairball. I looked at it, then looked again through one eye, questioned my sanity, and then added a scythe dripping with blood.
Then I gave up and went to bed.
Yesterday, having now been tasked by both my daughter and a friend at work to draw a penguin, I capitulated and did so. I put the penguin on the snowman's head. Then I giggled. To conform to other cards, I removed the snowman's eyes and realized that it was exactly what I wanted.