Ok. I'm just going to put this out there once and for all. I love living in the South 10 months out of the year. I can't stand the heat so I really don't enjoy July or August but I do love Spring and Fall in Alabama. However, the last couple of years I've noticed it's getting harder and harder for me to get in the holiday spirit when it's a balmy 60-something degrees outside and I'm contemplating putting the A/C back on.
I miss the snow. I miss cold, red cheeks. I miss hot chocolate. I miss skiing. I miss ice skating. I miss winter coats. I miss mittens. I miss the Rockettes. I miss 5th Avenue windows. I miss Rockefeller Center. I miss New Year's Eve at the Pickle Barrel. I miss sledding. I miss cherry chapstick. I miss using my fireplace regularly. I miss making snow angels. I miss snow days. I miss the sound of the snow plow coming down your street. I miss snowball fights. I miss catching snowflakes on my tongue. And snowmen. I really miss making snowmen.
