We bundled and wrapped In the dry winter air For another school day That was sure to be there. Though sky’s were grey The air smelled like tundra, We were destined for coursework In History and Algebra. At pick-up at three Mom said that the storm was near We turned our p.j.’s inside out, Dad hit the grocery for milk and beer. Then with Mother Mary facing the window Accuweather’s cast came true We slept through the night Knowing with sleet’s click, we would not be blue. We slept soundly, praying for more Dawn and the usual cereal hour Came in muffled silence, The driveway covered with flour. At six Dad came into my room “Sleep tight,” he said “a snow day is here.” We huddled under the comforter and sighed; A snow day, so sweet, fluffy and dear.
Nashville, along with a good chunk of the country got whacked this week with a bitter cold winter storm. “Snow days” don’t mean much to me these days as I work mostly from the home office, but there was a time when our family was much younger that it meant everything. Got to thinking about that when the snow fell night before last - the kiddos would have been out of school anyway on MLK day, but they are out in most of our surrounding area today and good chance they’ll be out for the rest of the week with no respite in sight from the Arctic blanket we are under. Hope you enjoy it - tried to remember the kid’s perspective!
If you are affected, I hope you have some good sledding!