The perfect snow day |
| snow sizzled on the tin roof with hissing sounds cold air crept across my neck making me shiver into the bedding even more deeply. the sizzling muffled and then stopped that meant the snow had gotten too deep I wasn't looking forward to all the shoveling shortly forthcoming It wasn't too much torture to shovel, to be sure home-made hot cocoa and warm cookies odors filled the kitchen with delicious smells we would run out, shovel, and run back in when our hands numbed, we'd warm up and repeat until the job was done the livingroom fire burned merrily, snapping and cracking at odd intervals and sparks would fly after a hot breakfast filled our stomachs we rested warmly in the glow of the fire no school today and an impromptu festival began snow angels, wheelbarrow races, forts were built, defended, and lost under enemy fire Hot apple cider warmed us all again and we played into the afternoon Later that evening after washing and getting ready for bed mom and dad would hug and kiss us good night, and once again I would listen for the sizzle on the tin roof |