Blogmas 12; Winter Wonderland where I live
How often does it snow in our world? Thank God for Bing Crosby, or we'd have no idea what a White Christmas was. Having said that, we did have a particularly lovely Christmas one year when it started snowing on Christmas Day just after everybody I knew would have travelled back to their own homes and when the houses must be groaning with food, drink and merriment possibilities for every one. Excellent timing; enforced rest when we needed it most. And it was good.
But for the children (and probably me, this year) the most excellently timed snowfall was the day we were due back to school. The Princess' school declared defeat and closed at the first snowflake, the boys struggled in to find out that their brave High School also weren't prepared to suffer the pain and anguish of teachers' cars being buried and got sent home. Two extra days after the holidays. Bliss.
We walked in the snow, and built snowmen. The Christmas food had been eaten, but I'd stocked up for the expected snowfall and we hunkered down. Marshmallow hot chocolate, homemade cookies and soup (not together) and the last tin of chocolates all eaten with icy fingers fresh from the snowfights and forts and fun.