I loved snow days when the girls were little. We baked and wrapped and watched old movies together. And today I plan to bake and watch Christmas movies. I owe one of my classes some holiday treats for bringing in a lot of money in a charity drive CHS sponsors for needy families. (I'm hoping some of my students without coats, gloves, hats, and scarves are recipients.) The snow is really pretty coming down, and I just heard the city crew running the snow blade down our street.
I didn't really need a snow day this week. My classes have one more Act of Julius Caesar to read before reviews and finals. Now we will have to finish the play, spend less time reviewing, and still take the finals. Any more disruptions because of weather and... well, I guess flexibility and/or improvising is part of the job requirements. I'll jump off that bridge (or over that snow drift) when I get to it.
In the meantime, the snow sure makes it seem like the holiday season. It is hard to complain about a snow day. They seem like a gift...and one not to be wasted!