OK- so I was born and raised here in sunny Southern California. Usually, sweaters are put on at Thanksgiving only as a nod to the fact that it is a holiday, and dammit, Thanksgiving deserves a sweater. Even Christmas is a mostly balmy affair, with me wishing for cold weather. I get jealous of people who have white Christmases, I have never experienced one here.
This year, I won't be wishing for colder weather, because it is friggin' cold here! Yes, yes, I know that 40 degrees overnight makes some people think we can wear bikinis outside. But, to someone who has never really been exposed to a heck of a lot of cold weather on a regular basis, I am complaining. I actually had to buy my son mittens! Mittens of all things! The world has turned upside down. Unless going up to the snow, mittens just are not required wear around here. I am also forcing him to wear a knit cap! The blasphemy is just beyond comprehension.
I think the coldest I have ever been was in New Hampshire. Hubby and I were there in oh, '98 or so, in October. While traveling back to the airport from our hotel, we experienced the most bitingly cold wind I have ever felt. It just cut right through my jacket and sweater. I was mighty glad to leave New Hampshire, the weather not being the only cold thing about that state.
So, as the heater seems to be cycling constantly and I am forced to wear socks and slippers to keep my feet warm, I look back fondly on winters past. Winters where you could stand still at the park and not freeze, winters where a light long sleeved shirt would do just fine during the day, winters where my hands did not hurt as they thawed out once I returned indoors.
Oh, warm weather gods, to have that 72 degrees again, I promise I will never, ever utter a peep about how "unseasonal" it is for the sun to be shining warmly on Christmas day. Just come back, please, I'm begging you.