“Care bear, wake up!” Jim shook the sleeping girl’s shoulders. “It’s snowing Clairey, snowing!”

            “Nowing?” Claire said sleepily.

            “Let’s go!” Jim picks up Claire, who is still a bit groggy.

            “Go where? It’s nighttime.”

            “Outside. It’s snowing, Claires, and we don’t miss the first snow fall in this house.”

            “Jim! Jackets!” Pam called, still in bed. She enjoyed snow as much as the next person, but running outside at 3 a.m. just too look at snow was beyond her.

            “Mommy doesn’t understand,” Jim told Claire, putting her jacket on over her pajamas.

            Jim picked Claire back up, and they stood outside on the porch, staring at the snow swirling down around them.

            “Daddy?” Claire whispered.

            “Yes, sweetie?”

            “Is this magic?”

            “It is with you.”