According to Lucy Van Pelt in “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” “It’s too early. I never eat December snowflakes. I always wait until January.” While Lucy may be onto something about the taste of snowflakes, to me, it’s not about the taste but the fact that we actually have snowflakes.

See, I’m a snow lover. I don’t care if it’s December or early March, the chill in the air, the flakes landing on your nose and the snow-covered ground make me happy.

Part of my love of snow probably harkens back to the days when my mom would bundle my brother and me up and send us outside with the words, “Come back in when you can’t feel your fingers,” which resulted in us using our imaginations for hours to play in the snow.

Another part is probably the result of time spent playing Fox and Goose in the snow w

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