I tried to explain to my kids what it was like hanging around the radio waiting for the "school closings" due to snow. California kids didn't get that one. I grew up in Connecticut and have had enough snow to last several lifetimes. I admit that it's beautiful and certainly something I wouldn't mind visiting occasionally, but I don't want to invite it over to my house any more.
About a decade ago, snowflakes fell here for about 10 seconds. I got an hysterical "happy call" from one of my neighbors - who had never even *seen* snow before. She was absolutely thrilled with her 10 seconds of snowflakes that never even hit the ground.
I can't wait for the annual holiday calls back East.
Those bring out something very nasty in me.