A few years ago when I trained as a teacher, I had a placement in rural North Hertfordshire. Showing me round, the pupils focused on the most important thing of all – the procedure for snow days.
It was only September, but they already had an eye on a day off. And I quite liked the prospect too.
From that day to this, however, there has been no snow day in Hertfordshire. Until today.
Even today there is not really a snow day off school as it is Sunday.
However, there is the same delightful feeling that whatever we were going to do today, it will not be done.
And it is not our fault.
It’s a very busy time of year, preparing cards, gifts, food and social life for Christmas. But today it’s as if God just shook his finger at us and said “Shush now – doesn’t really matter. Settle down.”
We put on our boots and did the things that counted - got to church, called on an elderly neighbour, filled the bird feeders.
But then everything slowed down – home made bread, the wood-burner lit, an old film on the telly.
And a nourishing day’s rest in Advent.