The great blizzzard had arrived a full day before weather reports had predicted.

There was panic in the Graham household.  February 2 was Aunt Millie's fifty-fourth birthday

and someone had pilfered the family's "flour keg."

     Come six-thirty that evening the flour had resurfaced in the most delicious birthday cake

Aunt Millie had ever seen or tasted.

     Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.