One of my favorite winter traditions is the name snowflake. When I was a child, my siblings and I were cutting paper snowflakes with my dad. He announced that he was bored, and got out a pencil and xacto knife. We didn't now what he was doing until he was done, but he had written his name on the folded, but uncut, snowflake and cut it out. The pattern was beautiful, and soon we were all doing it (of course, he didn't let us all use the xacto knife, lol).
Love and hugs to you all.