Two chapters;-

SNOW

Of course snow doesn’t come every year, your mum reminds you, but you feel as if it does, and every morning you look hopefully out of the window. And then one morning you don’t even have to look out of the window. The morning light in the room is brighter and you know.
So everyone gets wrapped up really warm, with mittens and scarves, bobble hats and anoraks. Dad drives the car to your favourite place in the country, with lovely steep slopes. He lifts the toboggan down from the roof rack, and tells you all to be careful not to slide till the route is clear.
So you are free – to go as fast as you have ever gone, sliding down the hill, daringly lying face down, as the bumps at the bottom hurtle toward you, and at last you are hurled off into a snow drift.
And you climb the hill again.

SNOW AGAIN

In the afternoon you roll balls of snow in your hands, throwing them at each other, shrieking with laughter as they hit dad on the back and he growls and roars in mock fury.
Then you tell your brothers it is time to roll the snowballs along the ground so that they gather more snow and grow bigger and bigger. Soon you have two enormous swollen bellies for snowmen, and two smaller balls for heads. And when their heads and bodies are stuck together, as they sit there side by side, you run inside to mum, saying, ‘Come and look, you have to see.’
She gives you bits of coal from the coal hole for eyes, and two carrots for noses, and dad’s hat for one snowman, and his scarf that she wove herself for the other.
And then she teases him that he can’t go back to work till they melt and give him back his hat and scarf. We all agree and say he has to have a longer holiday.