The answer is some mixture of naivete, optimism and the obvious return to the well for an iconic comedy bit. to a nice chunk of fluffy white stuff and the promise of snowball fights, snow people and sledding. Count me among those expressing nothing but gratitude for keeping the lights on and the hot water flowing last weekend. My not-quite-2-year-old dog, Widget, is not crazy for the white stuff, but it’s new to him. Once we get a nice batch of the fluffy stuff and start throwing snowballs, he’ll figure it out.