I complain about the winter in New England all the time. If I got paid for whining about it, I could afford to vacation in Tahiti from December until May.
This December, however, is stunningly warm. Like, no coat warm. Like, no socks, warm. Like, climate change is super seriously real, warm.
Being the holiday season, and all, it’s a little weird to have it be strangely pleasant outside. I have to say, I’m not feeling very ho, ho, ho. Which is what it must be like to experience the holidays in places like California and Florida. I guess you have to get used to it.
Dare I say this is the one time of the year, I don’t mind a tinge of chill, and a little of the white stuff, and I’m not talking about cocaine, so get your mind out of the gutter. Jeez.
Anyway, I am all sorts of grateful for the temperate temps. I am a warm weather person through and through, even if it does feel more like fourth of July than Christmas, I’ll take it.
*the gratitude-a-thon 