is something I boast about yearly. I take it easy and also without doubt that whatever the few weeks leading up to Christmas are like, there would certainly be snow by the big day. Well, not this time. No snow for Santa and his sleigh, no snow for kids yearning to go out and play, no snow to make it easier to find one's way in darkness in the cemetery. So these Christmas were different. “Surely, there would be snow and cold at the beginning of the new year,” was the next deadline I came up with. After all, the winter's back would be broken i.e. it would be half over (2.5 months gone, another 2.5 to go or something like that) by the middle of the month. But the mystery continues. I'm sure there are people out (t)here being greatly disappointed by the lack of snow and opportunities it brings but I personally am beginning to prefer this type of winter. I remember the five previous Januaries when I had to wear my warmest layers when going outside, I had to pull on good-tractioned boots to stay upright on those icy sidewalks, I had to remind myself to glance upwards every now and then to make sure there weren't any ominous looking icicles hanging above my head. Not to mention I really prefer warmer temperatures to colder ones. So this winter has been among my favorites so far.
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