I can remember years, perhaps even a decade, of winters without snow growing up. So, the fact that we've gotten enough snow the last few years to actually go sledding seems rare for this Texas girl.
You also know this weather is rare based upon our miss-moshed snow outfits (see Cason's rainboots and the six layers under Cannon's jacket) and our random sleds of choice: a laundry basket, cardboard and a little surf board.
An hour of sliding down the hill and trekking back up and everyone was ready for hot chocolate and a fire. A few trips around the block because we couldn't get out of the neighborhood thanks to hilly, icy streets, and we were home ready to warm up.