Snow Day

In my dreams	In reality
I react to the news of an early dismissal with delight.  I miss those boys when they're away!	I say noooooooooo when I see the announcement on the district website. I say, It's not even raining! I say, I have statistics homework to finish!
We have a cozy chat about what there was of the school day.	My oldest wants computer time the instant he walks in the door and bursts into unexpected tears when I say we're supposed to have a cozy chat.
I make hot cocoa and we drink it together peacefully.	Four of the five hot cocoa drinkers (me included) manage to spill their cocoa.
Together we finish putting stamps and return address labels on the Christmas letters.	The toddler insists on a turn with the roll of 500 address labels.  He dunks them in his cocoa.  Twice.
Enthusiastically we plan our St. Andrew's Day dinner, a family tradition since our return in 2000 from a two-year sojourn in Scotland.	The boys declare that it ought to be a gift-giving occasion (i.e., gifts given to them, not by them).  The mom contemplates that fine Scottish tradition, Chinese takeout (takeaway, in Edinburgh).
We curl up together on the couch and I read E. Nesbit to them.	They do battle with imaginary dragons until I threaten to send them out in the sleet.
After a delightful afternoon and evening, I tuck them in at bedtime.	If I set the clocks ahead, could I get away with sending them to bed at 5:15?