Last night we had a significant drop in the temperature. I love winter and all that goes with it, winter coats, boots, pashminas and snow. My students benefited from my good mood brought on by the lower temp. We spent the end of the day sitting on the carpet eating cookies as I read to them and we shared favorite memories about winter. I told them how excited I was about experiencing my first, first snow of the year three winters ago. I also told them about the little rhyme I made up when I learned first hand what happens when you step on a frozen grate. My first winter in New York I was walking home on a cold Friday evening. It was during 5:00 rush foot traffic. I was wearing a dress. Suddenly I found myself doing the splits as two gentlemen rushed to my aid and got me to my feet. I tried to avoid that route for a few weeks lest someone recognize me. Regardless, I still love winter in New York.
Two, four, six, eight - Do not step on a frozen grate
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