Sometimes, it spirals down lazily, big fat delicious flakes.
Sometimes, it beats against the windows in a rhythmnic tippety-tappety, little needles of ice.
Sometimes, it comes at us sideways, forced by a puff of Jack Frost's breath, nuggets of soft crystals.
Today the kidlets ventured outside to get some fresh air and "shovel" the driveway.
The Tater went back in with Nanny and looked out with envy...
As we flopped in the back and made snow angels!
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