I'm sorry, I'm a purist.
By which I mean I embrace the Victorian concept of what a proper Christmas ought to be. (Which, other than consulting detectives, is about the only thing I embrace from the Victorians.) I read "A Christmas Carol", listen to carols, decorate the tree, have a candy cane, etc...
And there'd better be snow.
Come to think of it, I might be kind of obnoxious in my embrace of the Christmas spirit.
In-con-CEIVABLE!
Weather's gone schizo here.
Sun? Who has sun? It is FALL people. The leaves are dying. There is no time for sun, just death.
Oh, so the weather is kinda like you?
Um. No.
I am consistent.
... I'm *always* this nuts.