Packing Snow.

We have decided that all that white stuff on the ground? Yeah, it's packing snow. Sitting here in my polar bear PJ's I really wish we were six again. We'd go outside dressed in our snowsuits and scarves and hats and gloves so stuffed with winter clothes that we're basically plush toys. We'd play outside until our faces were red and someone would be waiting for us inside with hot chocolate and cookies and big blankets.