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This question, or exclamation of disbelief, is asked periodically throughout autumn and winter – with people joining together in solidarity against their end of summer blues.
But in this instance try to picture me saying that, not with a sigh and a longing for hot weather and sunshine, but with all the excitement of a teenage girl counting down the days until Christmas.
Unlike many of my peers, Winter is my absolute favourite time of year. The fluffy socks, the blankets, the endless hot chocolates, the cosy nights. Everything about it is heart-warming.
One of my favourite memories as a child is walking the dogs on a crisp Christmas morning. We would wrap up warm until you could only see our eyes under a bundle of jumpers and scarves. We’d walk through the frosty woods, knowing there would be a delicious smell of turkey as soon as we walked through the door again.
However, this blog is not for convincing my dear readers about the joys of Christmas. If you’ve watched Love Actually or The Grinch and still aren’t in love with Christmas, then I’m afraid your heart is dead and there is no hope for you.
You see, the thing is, I love winter purely for the freedom to be antisocial.
Now, I know this is ironic for someone who works in social media but hear me out. At work, I am surrounded by people. I meet (or e-meet) new people from a variety of industries almost every day, which is such a brilliant aspect of my career. But, and I’m sure I’m not alone in this, a big bowl of snacks and some naff TV when you get home from work is often the best part of the day.
And winter is the best time for it! No more unbearable heat, or short sleeves, or endless “it’s nice out, we have to do something and enjoy the sun.” Instead, it’s “Let’s not go, I think it’s going to rain,” which is honestly why it’s my favourite time of year.
In summer, I’m weird if I want to get home from work and read a book until I go to bed.
But if I do that in winter, I’m the main character of a Christmas rom-com.
Being an introvert during Christmas time is both accepted and romanticised. Life cannot get better.
“Want to go running?”
No, it’s raining.
“Want to go clubbing?
No, it’s too cold.
“Want to go for a picnic?”
No, the floor is still wet from the rain.
Now don’t get me wrong, winter activities are fun. Going to Christmas markets or ice skating will always be exciting traditions. But for a short and beautiful period of the year, I am blessed with an abundance of undisputed excuses to get out of plans that I don’t have the social batteries for.
And to top it all off, I get to wear big cosy jumpers, decorate my house with lights and tinsel, listen to Christmas music, AND get presents?
To that – I say let it snow!
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