For children, there is no end to the amount of fun that is to be had on that day after the first snowfall.  

Some for ev’ry one, Plenty, and more coming
Fresh, dainty airly arriving ev’ry where at once,
Transparent at first, each faint slice
Slow, soundlessly tumbling;
Then quickly thickly a gracious fleece will spread like youth over the city.
Dark, worn, noisy narrows made still wide, flat, clean, spaces;
Streets will be fields, cars fumbling sheep;
A deep, bright harvest will be seeded in a night.
By morning we’ll be children!