(500) Days of Winter

(I wish)

I say it every year, without fail, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy is it still winter?!" I'm freezing, its only 60 degrees in my house, by the time my car heats up I've already reached my destination and those darn winter hats make my forehead itch and my hair flat. I shovel the walkways, clean off my car and then realize that I can no longer feel my hands, and when I can finally feel them again its only because they hurt so bad its all I can think about. The snow turns brown and everything looks like complete and total  shit. Great.

Only I can't help it if everything I think and feel is purely hypocritical; I j'adore winter time. I love that I can walk around in my house in mis-matched fuzzy socks and big warm oversized man flannel, burrowing myself in blankets hiding from the cold. I love jumping into the toasty warm car after sprinting down the parking lot slipping and sliding on each and every icy patch. I'm pretty sure I own over ten different winter hats in ever color of the rainbow; there is nothing better than slapping knitwear over your narsty as fuq flat bed hair. Each and every moring I wake up and see the cottony blankets covering the deadened grass and it all feels new, nothing beats that. Even the plainest of neighborhoods seems beautiful, and the busiest of cities seem calm.

And do not forget Christmas; which for me, lasts all through December and possibly even halfway through January...longer if I'm lucky. I've never encountered a Christmas sweater I didn't hold impeccably close to my heart and the same goes for the always lovely jingle bell santa earrings. If only I could sleep underneath the tree each and every night staring up at the eccentricly decorated branches, my face glowing in the multi colored lights. When I was little I obsessed over having a Charlie Brown tree one year, which much to my disappointment, never really happened. This year however, the family tree was smaller than usual. Crouched on my knees unpacking all of the ornaments it became rather apparent that all 5 foot 7 inches of me could reach the top even without standing...but that only made me love the tree more.

I suppose you could say I have a love hate relationship with winter. Every year I wish to lose it and every year I fight to win it back when it disappears.

And Christmas, I refuse to stop celebrating you. Even after new years, when my wonderfully tacky plastic light up lawn ornaments grow to be eyes sores, part of me wishes I could leave you there all year long.

So winter, this year, don't leave too soon.