Oh, happy day. Snow makes everything, even the most unattractive things, beautiful. When snow falls, even heavily, it's so quiet that it remains peaceful despite chaos that might occur from it. On the way home from town last evening, there were two vehicles overturned - people still drive too fast. I guess that makes Santa pretty smart for traveling airborne in a sleigh for landing gear.

"Mom!" I hear this as I'm wrapped snug in a blanket, reading; my coffee at bay, steaming at the ready. "Come heeeere!" Ugh, I'm thinking... "I need help, moooooom!" Alright, that's a different story, I think, imagining a mess ready to happen or a kid stuck in an uncompromising position. There he was standing at the door obviously unable to open it. Was this the problem, cold hands? "Here - take this. I want to save it." I am handed a small ball of snow. The cold in my hands make me feel warm inside. Hmmm, I wish I had snow to play in when I was six. 
The snowball, such as it is, sits on top of a salmon steak.