“It’s snowing!” I tell my girls.

But that’s not what I want to tell them. I want to let them know that snow is sifting down from the sky as if the whole world is being sprinkled with powdered sugar.

But no child of mine is going to sit through that lengthy explanation after the word snow has been uttered.

“Look at snow now!” I tell my girls.

But what I want to say is, now it’s changed.  It’s no longer sifting from the sky in tiny particles. Instead real flakes are drifting down from above, while every touch of the wind blows them this way and that in the world biggest ballet.

But that’s far to cheesy to say aloud, even if it is true.

“It’s like it’s snowing!” I say today.

But it’s not snowing. Yesterdays fluffy snow is blowing off the tree branches in showers of glitter in the sunlight. And as far as I know, even though I was covered head to toe in snow that fell on me, there is no name for that kind of snow fall.

“It’s not really snowing.” I say this afternoon.

No, it’s no longer snowing, not even from the trees. Now the snow is now tiny pellets blowing from the ground in windy bursts that sting the face. I suppose one could say it is “drifting” but he ferocity of it all it makes that seem too kind a word for it.

“It’s snowing!”what a ridiculously, inadequate phrase.

The past few days have been a flurry of packing, preparing and digging out from under the first real snowfall of the year. The blizzard only dropped a foot of snow but it manged to close Ivy’s school for two days and even John had a day and a half at home.We are all excited to have a white Christmas this year!

Hope your holidays are wonderful with or without snow!