THE arrival of snow has been like having Christmas all over again in our house.
As soon as the first white flurries made their appearance last week the children became giddy with excitement.
They demanded their woolliest hats, scarves and gloves were retrieved from the closet and that we freed the sledge from under its covering of deckchairs and other obsolete paraphernalia which had been obscuring it since last year.
Just like Christmas Eve they became so excited they found it hard to go to sleep, despite our objections and finally threats they wouldn’t be playing out if they didn’t go to sleep.
Finally, they dropped off clutching a copy of Raymond Briggs’ The Snowman, dreaming of the day ahead.
Despite the lateness of their bedtimes they were still wide awake and ready at daft o’clock the next day, dragging us blearily from our beds to make us open the curtains and see if the much-promised white stuff had been delivered.
Thankfully it had, but at first not in the six-foot drifts they had assumed they would be playing out in.
Despite this, they clamoured for all their snow gear and made a beeline for the door, falling over each other, such was their hurry to be the first to throw a snowball this year.
Luckily, there was enough snow for the kids to make a small snowman and to throw copious amounts of it at each other, much to their great amusement.
Within days, though, the small smattering had turned into deep, crisp snow, much to the kids’ joy.
Sadly, their joy was not shared by us grown-ups who knew we had to try and get the car out in it and get them to school on time.
Our local primary school prides itself on never being shut and only once has it ever had to close because of bad weather in the whole time we have had children there.
This is great for us as it means we won’t be forced to stay off work with the children, but more importantly means the children don’t miss any education.
Especially key at the moment as the oldest is doing a week of assessment work which will form the basis of her final report.
However, the news the school was open was not something which the schoolchildren were so enamoured with.
It was only with prompts that they would be able to build the biggest snowman ever in the playing fields that they became a bit more reasonable about it all.
Every year I dread the snow season, as I fear I will get stranded and have to walk miles to try and pick up the children and get home.
I think this stems from the time when the youngest was only a few days old and the snow was coming in so thick I had to try and battle through it to take the oldest to school.
There was no way I could have driven and even the buggy couldn’t make it through.
In the end I had to plough through it dragging a screaming toddler with the baby attached to my chest as the elder one ran ahead, slipping over endlessly.
Thankfully, that day of hell has not been repeated.
The streets are being kept very clear and buses are able to cover most routes adequately, thank goodness.
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