I lived in New England from 1960 to 2002. I saw my share of "snow days." I had to find last-minute child care, I drove up and down perilous hills to my last home there, I shoveled, pushed, swept, scraped, and sanded snow.
This, my friends, is not a storm. This here? This is a DUSTING. Open the schools. Restock the grocery store shelves. Go to work, and get on with life. But enjoy the look of it for the one minute it's here. It is lovely.
And yes, I still have my Christmas lights out. I can't help myself.