I grew up in the southeast where snow was always exciting. It never overstayed its welcome. It would come through just long enough to get you a day or two off of school, allow you to build a snowman and have a snowball fight, and make everything look nice and pretty. Just before you got sick of it, it was gone.
Where I live now, though, we got our first snow this season on October 24 and our last snow April 12. In between that was just a long, dark, depressing, tundra of icy windshields, frozen feet, blistering winds, salt-covered cars and slushy commutes. I hate every single moment of it.
Yes, this winter I did not do as well as usual. Too cold to safely play outside. People kept freezing to death, here.