One of the things that I completely dread about winter here is snow. Actually, it is the thought of the 15th snow fall that gets me blue. It is hard for me the fathom living in Boise (like @gkitepowell for example) where they get 5+feet of snow a year. It is hard enough thinking about having a four month snow season (and a realistic chance of measurable snow five+ months a year).
However, the first snow of the year brings out the South Georgia kid in me. It started last night about 6pm, and it snowed off and on all night. Nothing too bad, just about 3 inches. The temperature stayed around freezing, the wind stayed down and it was like someone had sprayed a can of that fake snow stuff on everything this morning. The town we live in has a 'First Friday' deal every month where the businesses on the courthouse square stay open late, the Chamber of Commerce sponsors a special event, and there are plenty of people out and about. We put the kids in kennel and joined our neighbors for "The Reds of Christmas," a walking wine tasting tour. The snow made it like a Rockwell (Norman, not KW Gordy) scene.
If you were in Monticello, Illinois, last night and saw a full grown man walking around catching snowflakes on his tongue while holding a glass of Tempernillo, that was me. You should have joined me.