Such was my excitement at the time I remember it all quite vividly to this day. I was living in a flat in Hornsey North London at the time and stared outside watching it fall all day Boxing Day without let-up. It must also have continued most of the night because next morning It was 14" deep. Going downstairs I was aghast to discover thick snow lying inside the front door! It had penetrated about a foot inside. We had no central heating and the fierce winds had blown the snow through the cracks. It was that cold indoors the snow hadn't even started to thaw inside.
But even more of a shock was when I went outside and discovered it was RAINING heavily. Only there was something different about this rain and at first I could not could not make it out. Then I realised this wasn't ordinary rain, it was freezing rain. It was all very weird, because I'd never come across such a phenomenon before. A short while later it turned back to ordinary rain, but even that froze the instant it landed on the thick snow, creating a very crusty sheet of ice on the surface. Later again it turned back to snow, but by then it was fairly light stuff.
What followed was two months of bitterly cold but mostly sunny weather. The temperature often stayed below freezing all day, sometimes way, way below, and it very rarely rose more than 2F or 3F above.
It seldom snowed again either, but there were occasional heavy showers, including one when the flakes were incredibly huge, such as I've not seeen since. In fact the closest it's come for me was just last week when once again the flakes were huge, but still not quite as large I don't think.
The downside to it all was that the lying snow hung around and got compacted into a treacherous sheet of ice. Sometimes it would turn to slush only to refreeze overnight. It all got very, very mucky. There was no general thaw until towards the end of February by which time we were all mighty relieved to see the back of it.