I like winter. I start jonesing for it in the summer. I used to live in a tiny apartment with no heat from any vents except one that was just a hole in the floor to the apartment a floor below (I could look through the floor grate in my bathroom and see people walking under me. I felt bad when I pooped stinky but not too bad because they had sex loudly.) and one that ran through the wall behind my kitchen counter. I always had warm silverware in the winter. But even in the apartment where winter sucked, I would lay on my couch and look out the window and all I could see was sky. I f I didn't look downward at all there were no trees in my line of sight and I just saw the sky and I could convince myself, just for a moment, that the brightness was reflected off of snow and it was winter. I love winter.
I love Xmas, even thought I'm not too terribly Christian and I throw general Hanukkah things in there too since I think it would be disrespectful to bastardize one religion over another. But I love the tree and the smell of pine, and the bright wrapping paper and candles.
It's 80+` here and I'm dreaming about winter. Snow and long underwear and footie pajamas and hot cocoa (if you click the title it links to a hot cocoa recipe) and hot cider with a cinnamon stick in it. Back when I was dirt poor and lived in the cold apartment (My aunt loaned me several space heaters so I was okay; I learned years later that the landlord had shut all the ducts to the upstairs at a point when the apartment was unrented and once they were opened it was warm and toasty. That sucked.) I used to spend about $5 a week on Christmas shopping so I started the first week in August. I still feel like I'm behind on my shopping if the county fair comes and I don't have any gifts bought.
I love winter. I hope it hits with a vengeance this year. I want snow days and blizzards and white-outs and all of it.