Yeah it's cold, but it's snowing! I love the snow. It meant no more raking leaves and no more mowing the lawn. Snowball fights and sled riding with Dad down a hill, that to a 5 year old looked like Mt. Everest but in reality was only 20 feet tall. Hot cocoa, hot apple cider, and one of Mom's hearty soups filling the house with its wonderful smell. Snow meant Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day were close. It meant we could play tackle football at recess.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of cleaning snow off my car or shoveling the driveway, but these memories will always out weigh those minor inconviences.
Let it snow