I don't know if there's anything cozier than going to bed on a Friday night with the promise of waking up to snow the next morning. Not stuck-in-the-house-all-weekend snow, and not just a dusting, but the kind where the driving around for Saturday errands is winter-white, you can bust out the sled, and shoveling isn't so bad as long as you have a hot bowl of soup waiting on the table when you come inside.
These days I'm feeling really thankful for all the cozy weekends I've been having with my little family. The last few days here have been filled with long johns and scarves, a warm kitchen, a hot oven (filled with cookies all day long,) sewing and buying and wrapping gifts, spontaneous dance parties with a baby who just figured out how to dance with his arms and his feet at the same time, and falling asleep on the couch every night, thanks to pure merry Christmastime exhaustion. So far December is sure making up for the dreadful November we had. Thank goodness.