"We will call our snowman Ned."

But first, he has to have a head.

Hands down, my favorite childhood book: Snow, by Roy McKie and P.D. Eastman, of the Dr. Seuss imprint.

It is snowing in northern southeast Texas today. This is the earliest snowfall on record for the "Greater Houston Area." And it's actual snow, too. Puffy, white pellets that landed on the hood of my car and even stuck for a while. Some of them bounced around and slid off. But others...ahhhh...others hung in for a bit.

On Monday, the firemen at our local station had washed the engines. It was cold enough outside so that the suds lingered at the curb well into the late morning. As I drove my little boy home from pre-school just before noon, he caught sight of the suds and exclaimed, "SNOW!" And I said, "Yep. That's snow." And he said, "I'm so excited!"

I mean, why not; right?

Will today's snow stick on the ground? For the answer, I turn once again to McKie and Eastman:

What makes it snow? We do not know.

Remember, the main characters in Snow are two kids and a dog. They don't know what makes it snow. They could find out; but that would involved asking a grown-up, which would totally kill the storyline.

And, honestly, it doesn't matter what makes it snow. All that matters about snow is that it is. It simply is.

We do not know if our snow will stick. And, it doesn't matter. I think I'll just enjoy the fact that it is, for as long as it is.