Ah, the magic of snow!

It was the end of a snow day, fifteen minutes before bed time. And the snow was still falling. The question had been asked countless times that afternoon: "Will there be another snow day?"

The phone rang. I picked it up and listened with a smile at the recorded message announcing that school would be closed on Friday due to "bad" weather. Now the question was whether I should let my eager son know the good news right then, or let him sweat it until I tucked him in.

Just then the sounds of delighted screeching and rapidly pounding footsteps echoed up the stairway. "Dad's phone rang! Dad's phone rang!" my little guy cried. "No school tomorrow!" On his face shone the joy of ten Christmas mornings.

Few things rival the magic of a snow day.