As a kid, snow was magical.
Living in Baltimore we didn't experience huge snowfalls all the time. So, when a couple inches fell, we rejoiced. Just the threat of white stuff meant a "snow day" from school. It also meant sledding, snow angels, snowmen. Mugs of hot chocolate were always waiting when we came in from the cold, and lunch was usually a crock of French onion soup. Then around dinnertime, my sister, parents and I bundled in snowsuits, walked to the Pizza Hut on the corner for buttery pan pizza and tall cups of Root Beer. Snow days were the absolute best.
I've been thinking a lot about those glorious days as I watch Julie and Johnny enjoy the white stuff. They bury themselves in snow, build snow forts and delight in sledding down the "big hill." Last night Johnny spent 40 minutes helping his daddy shovel the driveway and sidewalks. Then, when it's time to come in, they guzzle hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. To them, snow is the best.
But, I'm wondering whether it will ever get to be too much.
I think it's snowed for seven consecutive days, and tomorrow the temperature is supposed to be 14 below zero with a wind chill of 45 below zero. Yikes! School is cancelled, the YMCA is closed, trash pickup is delayed and a few businesses will not open.
Snow days are all fun and games, but you can't even step outside in subzero temps. So our almost three-week Christmas vacation will be extended for one more day.
Any ideas for entertainment??
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