In some areas of the US, the kids wear their pajamas backward and flush ice cubes down the toilet to guarantee a snow day. Here in Texas, it rarely happens. I’ve only seen a “snow day” twice in my lifetime. I remember the last one as a white coating on the grass and we ran out to play in it before it melted away by lunch time. I’ve played in the mud way more than the snow.

On Thursday night the January 23rd, we had the perfect storm. It blew in as an “arctic vortex” and we went to bed knowing that school would be delayed at least two hours on Friday. Ice developed on the roads by morning, most school districts canceled classes for the day. It was glorious!
A snow day in Texas?
Totally possible.