Local TV stations pre-empt scheduled programming for round-the-clock reports of traffic conditions while shivering reporters stand at empty intersections and try to make up something interesting.
Children get out of school (in our case, a full day before the first flake fell), and many businesses close.
People who rarely eat bread or drink milk rush to the grocery store to stock up.
And yet, it's fun. Grungy pavement and weedy yards become pristine. Barren branches and evergreens sport snowy highlights, while porches and patios reveal surprising new geometry.
Some jobs can't be postponed, but most folks heed the warnings to stay at home. Even when there's work to be done, it's more fun by the fire with a mug of hot chocolate close by and a picturebook world outside the window.
We know when it comes that it won't last long, and we know it will cause hardship for those who lose power or have to change travel plans or have to work regardless, but we're not sorry for enjoying the glittering day as a gift of God, who "gives snow like wool" and "scatters frost like ashes" (Ps. 147:16).
We enjoy it while we can.