Winter season is upon us and that means there will be snow and a lot of freezing nights and cold mornings which is completely fine and all, you know, for a minute or two. My love for winter lasts for about as long as the first snowfall and then I'm done and I'm over it and ready to move on to the next season. I love to look at the snow through my bedroom window, decorate the tree, drink some hot chocolate, watch a few old Christmas movies, and curl up under the blankets. But the minute that I have to climb out of bed and force myself into the cold, I hate winter and this is why:

1. It's Cold

I don't just hate the cold. I loathe it. I don't like shivering or not being able to feel my fingers. Cold weather means I have to bundle up in a dozen layers in order to not die, or at least not feel like I'm dying. It's terrible. I like warm beaches and sunshine and being able to sit outside without the threat of hypothermia.

2. My Lips Are Chapped 24/7

Dry lips are not a fun time. The amount of money that I spend on chap stick during the winter is insane. I spend more time looking for deals on chap stick and lip balm than I do on buying groceries. Priorities, right?

3. Ice Is My Enemy

Slipping and falling while walking to my car in the morning is absolutely humiliating, especially when the lady who lives next door is standing on her porch watching. Plus it hurts and my pants get all wet and then I'm cold for the rest of the day while they're drying and people are staring because they think I had an accident. Which, I guess I did. I accidentally fell.

4. My Bank Account Can't Handle It

Christmas is great. I love to buy people gifts and not just like a present for one person and then a present for another. I go all out when it comes to gift giving. Everyone gets multiple gifts. Christmas wouldn't be Christmas to me if I didn't go broke. My bank account wishes differently, of course. And while this point may be more because of my lack of self-control, I'm blaming it on the cold weather getting to my head.

I'm not a Scrooge. I don't hate the holidays or the people that celebrate them. I think the snow is pretty and winter is beautiful. But I still don't like it. I don't like the cold or the pain I feel when I slip and fall walking down the driveway. I don't like buying chap stick in bulk or surviving on Ramen noodles for two weeks straight because I decided someone needed a gift that cost me my life savings and my soul. Winter would be okay if it wasn't so... wintry where I live. Why can't it just be summer all year round here?