It's like shit. Where I really live, it rains 8 or 9 months out of the year. I don't think I'll ever have a Christmas Day where I can sit by that fireplace and look at the presents under the decorated Christmas tree and feel the snow falling outside. I hope I don't die in a landslide. I'm grateful to be alive.
Alas, for me, winter is not magical. I live for the summer and revel in the spring. But fall is the harbinger of winter where the temperatures slowly, painfully drop in the snowy abyss of that most despised of all seasons.