'Tis the Season to Write
For many, the winter is about snowball fights, making snowmen, sledding, snow angels, hot cocoa, sleigh rides under warm blankets, and Christmas lights. Children's laughter can be heard up and down the streets of most neighborhoods. The words of holiday songs seem to come to life. I hate the cold. I don't like playing in the snow. I don't like the biting wind. I force myself to smile through chattering teeth. I endure snow hitting my face and sliding into the neck of my coat. I chance frostbite in my fingers to make misshapen snowmen. I grit my teeth so the car windows can be down in below freezing temps in order to drive through the park's Christmas light exhibit. Did I mention that laying back into the snow's icy embrace to form a snow angel makes me jump for joy? Yet, all of this I do for my precious child, who is worth every ice cold moment. Despite my dislike of cold temperatures, I love the winter. Specifically, snow days. For me, it's about h...