I have lived in Canada my whole life, and save for three years spent in Ottawa, Ontario as a child, the entire time has been in Saskatchewan. That means that snow and Christmas, for me, go hand in hand. I am an expert at complaining about winter, how could I not be after 35 years of practice? However, it's not the snow that bothers me. Oh sure it makes driving more challenging but I get used to that. In fact, I kind of enjoy driving right after we get a huge dump of snow. I feel powerful and mighty maneuvering my van through the drifts (Murphy, you didn't hear that did you?). I am woman, hear me roar, a little snow isn't keeping me down.
Yes, I am in therapy, why do you ask?