When Big C woke up this morning, he was a bundle of awe. He looked out the window as I raised the blinds and gasped - literally, gasped - because the whole wide world out there was pure white.
"It looks like cotton bolls, Muma!" he said.

(I think he meant "balls", but we're still fine tuning the whole vocabulary thing).

So, it snowed in the south. Which, by way of further explanation, means that life as we know it, STOPS. No school, no work, just wee urchins running amok in hastily put together winter ensembles, screaming with glee and whipping snow balls at each other.
My own urchins demonstrate the technique, below.








They want to know if this means Santa will come again. Uh, sorry, kids. It's January.