We rarely get a real snow day so I go outside and play with neighborhood kids who are mostly otherwise too busy or on the run with school and activities to play outside at home. Nothing beats it--unless the kids could include my grands. :)
We remember that we know each other and we are a family for that space of time. Everyone enjoys being with each other. We revel in the white stuff by rolling and sliding in it, and throwing it and building with it and basically exhausting ourselves with it.
The yelling and laughter and giggles and warnings and squeals and all other such delightful noises ring throughout the blanketed streets and houses, and in certain moments, when there is a lull in all the hustle and bustle, the hush that only snow can create in outdoor spaces lets us enjoy the quiet sound of the natural world. No sounds from cars and trucks and other engines in the air or on the ground, only the softness that a true snow day gives us.
I love our snow days.