Isn’t that the title of a classic children’s book? At any rate, I’ve observed tourists in Central Park for some years now. And I have never seen them happier than today — in the snow, frolicking, taking pictures, simply enjoying life. Of course, non-tourists were having a ball too — particularly the children, who have the day off, and were sledding, building snowmen, throwing snowballs, and generally whooping it up.

I have observed this winter that no beings love the snow more than children and dogs. They seem to compete to see who can exult the most in the snow. I’ve seen relatively few dogs today, however, because the snow is pretty deep — and the smaller dogs are too low-riding for it. The bigger ones, though, romp joyfully.

If I were Norman Rockwell — or even Joe Amateur — I would paint these scenes . . .