It was like Christmas morning when I awoke to a pink sky peaking through the curtains and the ground being covered in snow. It makes the short days seem brighter (literally - the snow reflects the little light we have) and the cold more bearable.
Though I'm accustomed to getting a free "snow day" off work when there is just a hint of ice on the ground. I think those days are long gone, sadly. But I do not remember Houston looking like this outside my window either, so I'll compromise.
I think everything looks more beautiful dusted with white flakes and the mountains look more majestic covered in snow.