Can you say score?

The snow falling outside has put me in one of those festive winter moods. Strange considering its March, and we should be well on our way to spring.

But I feel I got gypped out of a winter this year. No major snowfalls, no festive hot chocolate nights sitting around the fire, no great excuses not to leave the house. The lack of ice covered roadways and the not-so-much wear and tear on my snowtires did leave me with a smile on my face. However, I am conditioned to accept a few of the treacherous moments for the glee brought on my the benefits of a winter wonderland.

The swift change in mother nature has brought out my winter celebratory self, (spectacular!) considering she'd planned the spring hibernation and had already started drifting away. A cozy few days sitting wrapped in a blanket on a movie marathon are just what the doctor ordered. Ordering in, going to bed early and rising just as early to start another day of winter bliss.

It's not that I enjoy the cold so much. It's the process of the four seasons and the change each brings. It's the clothes that become cute and acceptable only when used to protect one's self from the rapidly falling temperature. It's the coziness and the beauty of it all.

I choose today then to revel in the comfort of snow. To take cat naps in between movies and drink tea and cocoa and apple cider. Today I will celebrate winter before tomorrow comes and the sun is out and spring has sprung again.