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The White Witch?" said Edmund; "who's she?"

"She is a perfectly terrible person," said Lucy. "She calls herself the Queen of Narnia though she has no right to be queen at all, and all the Fauns and Dryands and Naiads and Dwarfs and Animals—at least all the good ones—simply hate her. And she can turn people into stone and do all kinds of horrible things. And she has made a magic so that it is always winter in Narnia—always winter, but it never gets to Christmas. And she drives about on a sledge, drawn by reindeer, with her wand in her hand and a crown on her head.

C S Lewis

Guess who this is describing the snows of his childhood yesteryears.

The generosity of snow always seemed unbounded - you could eat it, drink it, throw it about, make caves or tunnels in it, cut it into slabs, build steps or walls or houses. Country snow always seemed clean and white as paper, so that you could read things in it, track birds, badgers or even foxes, and the big hobnailed boots of your friends.

A rose for winter.

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Spot on Rollo. :-D