Dearest Winter,
I embrace you as much as the next person.
I once even counted the amount of outdoor equipment I own that lets me partake in your wonder. (Skis, snowboard, skates, snowshoes...) It's possibly more numerous than the summer playstuff.
But can't we move on? I'm ready to move on. You have to let go. Please let go.
LetgoletgoletgoletgoLETGO!!!!