Is why I moved far, far away from the season's quirks. It's not the snow so much. Okay, well, it IS when you get plowed into your parking spot and no one is there to help you. But it is the 60 degree below windchill that makes you want to just disappear.

Which I did. And when I went back last, last Christmas (2007), I only had to experience 9 below zero, so I consider myself lucky.