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As a family, we’ve watched Frozen, the sequel, the shorts, and even the cameos of Frozen characters in other films (like Ralph Breaks the Internet) often enough to spring into a hearty karaoke rendition of any Frozen tune at the slightest provocation. I do not have a singing voice, but luckily, my kids don’t care.

Olaf is the adorable snowman brought to life by Elsa’s powers and when we first meet our snow-packed friend, he sings a lovely ballad about his love for summer, a rather ironic rendition given his physical state. “Bees’ll buzz, kids’ll blow dandelion fuzz, and I’ll be doing whatever snow does in summer. A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand, prob’ly getting gorgeously tanned in summer.” He recognizes that he is composed of snow, but he’s ironically unaware of the effect that summer heat would have on his composure. He loves summer. He loves the idea of warmth. He loves all of the beautiful images that can be derived from a gorgeous summer day, especially beachside. He loves a romantic image of summer, one that is not particularly grounded in reality.

Likewise, I love the idea of winter. I love the idea of playing in the snow, building snowmen, going skiing or sledding, or curling up in front of a fire with a cup of hot cocoa while snuggling close to my husband and children. I love the idea of winter. I find it beautifully romantic, a winter wonderland covered in what looks like confectioner’s sugar. The postcard picture is lovely.

However, the reality of winter is starting to set in. I like the idea of winter. I even like actual winter vacations. I’m not crazy about living the day-to-day in winter. You see, I look out my window and see the snow starting to come down. It doesn’t look like it’ll stick, but who knows? It’s our first snow and it’s the Forisha family’s first winter in Maryland. We don’t know what to expect, weather-wise.

I grew up in Florida. I never saw snow until I was an adult. I lived in Seattle for five years, but I never got used to winter. In all fairness, I don’t care for summer either. I’m the type of person who loves being blissfully unaware of the temperature. I do not like feeling cold any more than I like feeling hot. I do not acclimate well to extreme temperatures in either direction. I’ll take a temperate fall or spring day over summer or winter anytime.

Nonetheless, winter is here. In nine days, Christmas will be here. My house and neighborhood are ready for the holiday season, and the sprinkling of fresh snow is the perfect finishing touch to the decor. When it snows, really snows, we’ll play outside as a family, building snowmen, making snow angels, and simply running around in it. It’ll be the first time either of the kids gets to see and interact with snow. I’ll wait till there’s enough outside to be worth the cold.

In the meanwhile, I’ll sip my tea under the covers and celebrate the coming of winter with another book and another holiday movie with my family. Stay warm and drive safe.


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