Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. (Please!)

It's been a strangely warm and sunny winter here in Pennsylvania, and we're almost out of January. That's all well and good. I'm not looking for a repeat of the Blizzard of '96 (30 inches) or the following winter, also known as the permanent ice skating rink on I-95.

But my little boy got a new sled and snow shovel from Santa for Christmas, and we deserve at least one day for snowball fights and sliding down a nearby hill.

Jack frost, where are you?