Ode to Snow

 

“Daddy, why is it raining?” Michael asks as I stare in disbelief out the window.

“It should be snowing, shouldn’t it?” I respond.

“I miss the snow.”

“Me too, buddy. Me too.”

Jane walks into the conversation, “We should drink some hot chocolate to help it snow.”

“Yeah!” Michael enthusiastically concurs.

“I don’t know, guys, it’s before dinner and—”

“Please, Daddy.” The chorus of whining and sad eyes starts up.

“Hold on, kiddos. Ask in deep-man voices.”

Michael and Jane scrunch up their brows, lower their 5 and 3-year old voices and repeat the request.

“All right, I’ll make some hot chocolate, but I need you to both to go with Grandma and make up a poem to bring the snow back to Tahoe, OK?”

“A poem?” Jane cocks her head.

“Like a song, honey.” Grandma says, “Just make up a song about how much you love snow.”

“OK.”

Michael has some sudden inspiration as I fill up the teakettle,

“Let it snow

Let it snow

Can’t hold it back anymore

“That’s good, Michael,” Grandma says. “But let’s not copy Disney. What do you miss the most about snow?”

Numerous cups of hot chocolate and some raucous ukulele playing later and this was our collaborative result:

 

Piles upon piles,

Fluffy white treasure.

Snowmen and sledding,

Days without measure.

Cold wind on cheeks,

gliding

and sliding

and riding downhill.

Tasting tingles,

Breathing winter,

Inhaling the chill.

 

Snow,

We miss you,

Like a long lost friend.

Inside

Sadness

And our thoughts often bend;

To days on slopes

Or tromping through trees,

Silent, coated in magic

And sparkles that tease.

 

We have grown accustomed to “Juneuary” or “Cold Summer” and look with envy at the other side of the country seemingly buried in eternal winter wonder. Those of us with little kids learning to ski have been able to shrug off the abysmal weather performance and tell ourselves that the sunny days have been good for teaching kids to “pizza” and “french fries” down the man-made snow. But in our hearts we long for some untracked goodness. We long to be able to ski to our cars after descending Mt. Tallac. And we tire of recycling other warm weather activities as a substitute for the good old-fashioned rush of what the late Shane McConkey called “gliding down snow and flying through air.” Let it snow.

 

Ode to Snow, Do:

  1. Dance and sing outside when it does finally come.
  2. Drink copious amounts of hot chocolate, this encourages the weather. It’s a fact.
  3. Blame the East Coast. Why? Because it will make you feel better.

 

Ode to Snow, Don’t:

  1. Wash your truck or car. This just ticks off Mother Nature and we need to save water.
  2. Give up hope.
  3. Stop doing your weird snow rituals.