Sometimes, winter is nice.
Where there is snow you can go out and play in until Scotch wears out!
Where twenty year old young men love to pelt anyone in sight with snowballs!
Where eleven year old boys play until they are soaking wet!
Then? This happens...
Winter thumbs its nose at you.
And branches start plummeting out of trees.
Not nice, winter. Not nice.
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