The older I get the more I realilze that I don't like snow. I hate being cold and wet and dislike having to pull on hats, gloves and scarfs every time I go out. In my pefect world snow would start after Thanksgiving and leave right after the new year. Snow is kind of vital for making Christmas feel like Christmas. The only pleasant thing about snow though is that when big storm hit I can wrap myself up in a blanket and slippers and loose myself in a good book--not that I need an excuse to read, but there is something wonderful about reading a book when you can look out and see snow falling.