The first snowflake twirled down from the sleepy clouds just as the sun peeked over the horizon. It was a tiny dancer, leading the way for the millions to follow. By the time Sam and Emma rubbed the sleep from their eyes, the world outside was a dazzling white.
“School’s closed!” Dad announced with a grin, poking his head into their room. “It’s a snow day!”
Sam and Emma cheered, tumbling out of their beds and racing to the window. The snow had transformed their familiar yard into a winter wonderland, a blank canvas just waiting for them.
Breakfast was a flurry of syrupy pancakes and plans. “Let’s build the biggest snowman the world has ever seen!” Emma declared, her eyes shining.
“And a fort!” Sam added, “A snow fort with walls so high, we can see the whole town!”
Bundled in their coziest jackets, fluffiest hats, and most colorful mittens, they burst into the crisp air. The snow was perfect, just right for packing. They rolled and patted and sculpted until a snowman, grand and smiling, stood in the yard. They placed a carrot for his nose, coal for his eyes, and a scarf, just in case he got cold.
But no snow day is complete without a little friendly competition. “To the fort!” Sam called out. They scooped and stacked, laughing as they worked side by side, until the snow fort was as majestic as a castle. From their snowy stronghold, they playfully tossed snowballs, giggling with each direct hit and miss.
As the afternoon sun dipped lower, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, Sam and Emma lay back in the snow, making snow angels. They watched as their breath came out in puffs of white, blending with the winter air.
“I wish every day could be a snow day,” Emma sighed, content.
Sam nodded in agreement. “Me too. But then it wouldn’t be as special.”
Just before the day ended, they sipped hot cocoa, marshmallows bobbing like tiny icebergs, and recounted their adventures. They spoke of their snowman and their fort, their snowball battles, and their angels guarding the ground.
As the stars began to twinkle in the early night sky, Sam and Emma knew that this snow day would be tucked away in their memory, a day of cold noses but warm hearts, a day of play, a day of magic.
And as they drifted off to sleep, the snow continued to fall gently, whispering promises of more adventures to come.
