An open letter to Snow

Dear Snow,

Hello, we are the Crazy Keys. Let me tell you a little bit about us. We are all pretty much Southern Folk. And you don't make it down to the parts where we spent most of our lives all that often. True, some of us have spent some time in Europe, but for the most part, we are not "snow people." We don't know how to act, what to wear, how to drive, or how to not rush out to buy bread, milk, and beer when even the slightest threat of small flurries is predicted. It is just who we are.

But this winter, thanks to our beloved Army, we are spending our first winter since having children in a colder area. We have seen more snow in a few weeks than we have in our lifetime. We have enjoyed it! We have stared at it. We have been in awe of it. We have played, sledded, and just taken it all in. Oh, and thanks for the couple of days off from school. That too was awesome.

The reason I am writing to you now is to ask you a favor. See, when you first came, we were woefully unprepared. We did not have snow boots or other appropriate footwear. We had rain boots and extra socks. Our feet were painfully cold. We did not have waterproof pants. We wore layers that just made us colder and wetter. Our legs were painfully cold. We do have coats, so our bodies were OK. But the only gloves we had were the 2 pair for a dollar knit ones from Target. Not so good for the snow. Our hands were painfully cold. Our heads were pretty warm because we had hoods and hats. But overall, we were painfully cold. Bitterly, painfully cold.

So what is a Southern, girl scout of a mother to do?

Well, I did some on-line shopping. I spent a considerable amount of money on snow boots for me and both of my children.

I ordered waterproof mittens for my children.

My dear mother ordered ski bib/snow pants for my children.

Now we have everything we could possibly need to endure, nay, enjoy a snowy Illinois day. We can sled without worrying about wet booties or knees. We can step in deep spots of snow without getting 2 quarts of snow in our boots. We can make snow angels without being painfully cold. We can even make snow balls or build a snowman. We are ready. These Southern Georgia Peaches are ready and prepared for anything you have to offer.

Know where I am going with this? Um, please, SNOW SOME MORE! I will be mega sad if my Mom and I have spent a small fortune on appropriate attire for playing in the snow and then no more snow comes. OK? Please!? We are bundled. We are prepared. We are ready.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,

The Crazy Keys

P.S. Another snow day or two out of school would be cool with us, too. I'm just saying.