With a sigh, and some dejected looks, the boys are off. School is back in session and the countdown to exams is on. They were hoping, dreaming, praying for a snow day – to put off the reality of having to go back to school – even if it does mean seeing all their friends again – for one more day. I remember Christmas vacation. It is almost as hard as summer vacation. To put all those lazy days behind you and get back into the routine of school, homework, activities, everything that goes along with the regular grind…is, well, boring.

The magic of Christmas is over. The anticipation is gone. There is nothing to look forward to except the next day off, which doesn’t come for a couple weeks.

I feel for them, I was them not that long ago (at least in my own mind). No one wished for the phone to ring with that lovely automated message that school was closed this morning, more than me. To not have to get out of my nice warm bed, to not have to leave that layer of dreamy sleepiness, now that would have been a good present. Despite the snow (which appears to be measured in feet, not inches) that has fallen on the ground, school goes on, the vacation is over…there is work to be done. We live in a place where snow is snow, much like rain, school goes on. No ice, then there’s school. Simple as that. No wishing, no dreaming, no snowstorm that lasted for days to slow it down.

Happy First Day Back from Christmas Vacation!