While we wished for a white Christmas, we missed it by one day. (I grew up in north Idaho and will always feel less giddy on Christmas without snow.) The day after Christmas we got slightly more than a dusting, while 60 miles east of us got a foot or more.
Anyway, Aidan begged and begged to go out and make a snowman, but he was very sick, so instead I brought in a big bowl of snow, cut up some pipecleaners for the nose, eyes, mouth and the necessary top hat, and let him have at it.
The result was a pitifully puny snowman and a very happy sniffly son.