I may be in the minority here (especially among those in the field of education), but I love snow days.
I know the conventional wisdom among grown-up type people is that "now we just have to make it up." Yeah, we do. But we'll make it up when it's not so dreary and cold and windy and miserable. We'll make it up on a day when leaving the house isn't a chore that takes a good 30 extra minutes of the morning in which to mentally and physically prepare for the actual leaving of the house (and that's after digging a path to and/or around your vehicle).
And in the mean time, you get this beautiful, unexpected gift - free time. Not free time, as in "I like to play Scrabble in my free time." But free. time. Time that was not originally meant to be yours, but that you may now do with whatever you'd like. That is a gift I cherish, and do not take lightly.
To date on this snow day I have: done yoga, run (on the elliptical), luxuriated in a hot shower, dressed in the most comfortable, warm fleece I could find, not fixed my hair, eaten some breakfast, sat on the sofa, and finished the book I was reading (Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert - an actual grown-up book, no less).
My next activity will be making tea and looking out the window while I drink that tea. Perhaps while pondering what book I'll start next.
At some point, I may actually venture out into the snow globe that is my town (I have, I will say, adored snow globes my whole life) and get some lunch for Hubby and me. Why? Why go out into the snow and cold and wind and the miserable when the local school system has decreed that it's probably not the best idea? Why endure the leaving-the-house-prep-time for some soup and sandwiches that I could just as easily make here in the comfort of my own home?
Because I have free time.
(and I say thank you for it)