Thankyou for writing this. I remember the December event vividly, despite being just 7 years old. My own little tale...
I remember having caught a BBC forecast on Thursday evening with the possibility of snow from the Friday into Saturday.
I went to school the next day and watched out for the snow all day, telling my friends what was about to happen. Alas, nothing happened and I was so disappointed. It came to about 2:30 and my teacher (Mr Jones) let us do some drawing for half an hour before home time. I drew a picture of an igloo in the falling snow, with the words 'Snow Patrol' on a sign next to it. I was concentrating drawing this with my charcoal stick when a friend said it was snowing.
I recall the whole class being hyper as we went out of school to meet our parents at the gate. I spent the evening watching the snow fall, and eventually went to bed.
The following morning (8th), I woke up and went straight to the window to see how much snow we had. I ran into my parents room and woke them up, making them get out of bed to look at what was outside. I can still remember the huge snowflakes swirling through the air onto the foot of laying snow. I couldn't wait to get out there, but my mum insisted I had breakfast first! Kellogs frosties were consumed in record time.
I played out in the snow from about 8:30am until 9:00pm (which included walking to Safeways with my family to bring the weekly shop home on my wooden sled). The evening light was mystical with the orange glow of the snow under the street lights. That day was perfect, and I shall never forget it.