“I think we are going to get some snow today,” said our teacher, Miss Clark. “Does anyone know where snow comes from?” she asked.

“I do! I do!” Max yelled, jumping up out of his seat. “The sky!”

“Max,” said Miss Clark, “you need to raise your hand quietly and stay in your seat if you want to be called on.”

I raised my hand.

“Yes, Freddy. You have a quiet hand,” said Miss Clark. “Do you know where snow comes from?”

“Yes, I do,” I said.

“You do?” Jessie whispered.

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “Robbie taught me.” My best friend, Robbie, is a science genius. He knows everything about everything.

I turned to Miss Clark and said, “When the temperature drops below thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, water freezes. The water droplets in the clouds then fall from the sky as snowflakes instead of raindrops.”

“That is correct,” said Miss Clark.

“Wow,” Jessie whispered, “Robbie would be impressed.”

“Thanks,” I said and smiled.

“I love the snow,” Max blurted out. “Snow is awesome!” He pumped his fist in the air.

“Max, please stop interrupting,” said Miss Clark.

Chloe raised her hand.

“Yes, Chloe.”

“I love the snow because then I get to wear my pink fluffy hat, and my pink fluffy mittens, and my pink fluffy coat!”

“Nobody cares, Pink Fluffy Girl!” barked Max.

Chloe stood up out of her seat and turned toward Max. “You take that back, you big meanie!”

“No way!” yelled Max.

Chloe stamped her foot. “Take it back right now!”

“Make me,” said Max, making his hand into a fist.

“Chloe and Max,” said Miss Clark, “we do not speak to each other that way. You both need to be more respectful. Please sit down in your seats.”

“But —” Chloe started to say.

Miss Clark interrupted her. “I don’t want to hear another word. Sit down now.”

Chloe and Max glared at each other and sat back down.

“Now let’s see … where was I?” said Miss Clark.

Jessie raised her hand. “We were talking about snow,” said Jessie.

“Right, thank you, Jessie,” said Miss Clark, “and Freddy just gave us a wonderful explanation about where snow comes from.”

“I know something else interesting about snow,” I said.

“Really?” said Miss Clark, smiling. “I would love to hear it.”

“My friend Robbie told me that no two snowflakes are alike.”

“No way! You just made that up,” said Max.

“Actually, Freddy is right,” said Miss Clark. “Every snowflake that falls from the sky is different from the last. You will never see two snowflakes that look exactly the same. Each snowflake is unique.”

“That’s what my nana says about me,” said Chloe. “She says I’m unique.”

“Of course she does,” Jessie whispered to me.

“She says that there is no one else in the world like me.”

“That’s for sure,” I whispered back.

“Do you all know what a big snowstorm is called?” asked Miss Clark.

“A blizzard!” said Max. “My dad told me that when he was little, there was a huge blizzard. The snow piled up so high that he couldn’t even open the front door!”

“Whoa!” I said. “That’s crazy!”

“I can’t even imagine that,” said Jessie.

“Josh,” said Miss Clark. “You are being so quiet. Do you have anything you would like to share with us about snow?”

“I don’t really know anything about snow.”

“What do you mean?” asked Miss Clark. “I’m sure you know lots of things.”

“Well, I’ve never even seen snow,” said Josh.

“What?” said Max. “Everybody’s seen snow.”

“Not me,” said Josh. “Where I was living in California, there was no snow.”

“No snow?” said Max.

“Yep,” Josh said, nodding his head. “No snow.”

“How do you have Christmas without snow?” said Chloe. “Haven’t you ever heard of the song ‘White Christmas’?”

“I’ve never had a white Christmas,” said Josh. “Last year on Christmas it was eighty degrees.”

“Eighty degrees!” said Jessie. “That’s like summer.”

“I think I even went surfing last Christmas.” Josh laughed.

“That’s so cool that you were at the beach in December,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn a bathing suit on Christmas.”

Josh laughed again. “While you guys were making snowmen, I was making sandcastles.”

“Well, you’re in for a real treat,” said Miss Clark. “It is really quite beautiful when it snows.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Snow is awesome!”

“Recess is so much fun when it snows,” said Jessie.

“Really?” said Josh.

“Oh yeah!” I said. “You can make snowmen, and build snow forts, and …”

“Make snow angels,” said Jessie.

“Brrrr,” Chloe said, pretending to shiver. “I don’t like making snow angels. Sometimes the snow goes down your back, and it’s so chilly.”

“You are such a little fancypants,” said Max. “Snow angels are the best!”

“Wow! That really does sound like fun,” said Josh. “I can’t wait!”

“Well, it looks like you won’t have to wait too much longer,” said Miss Clark.

I looked out the window. “Hey, guys, look!” I shouted. “It’s started snowing!”

“Yes!” Max said, pumping his fist in the air.

“Woo-hoo!” Jessie said, doing a little dance and singing, “It’s snowing. It’s snowing.”

“Get all of your gear on,” said Miss Clark. “It’s time for recess.”

“Hurry up!” I said to Josh. “This is going to be the best recess ever!”