Maria Ayala
Photos courtesy of Everything Christmas.
I love winter. I hate summer. I hate the ants, mosquitos, and flys. I hate summer. Sure, I love watching, “Home Alone,” over and over again, but I just love the better weather.
I love the overcast days, the rainy days, and all the cold in between. What’s not to love? The nights are long, and the days are short. I want to feel cozy, not sweaty.
I want to feel comfortable drinking hot coffee, not ready for another shower. Cold weather means I can work out more, without feeling so tired after. Colder means, I won’t be so dehydrated. Colder means being cozy with someone, and cuddling up all day, and watching movies.
Cold weather means presents. It means vacation days. Sure, Turkey day is all about being thankful. But when you’re done, you have December to look forward to. The end of the year is near. If you are Mexican, this also means on December 12th, you celebrate Our Lady of Guadalupe.
If you are not, well, then, you will be eating tamales, like everyone else, and maybe attending a posada or two. You are probably already planning your vacation, and making sure your hotel is not over booked, and that you did not double book on any of your precious vacation days.
I am looking forward to all the food, of course. Most years, I have turkey day early. If my brother insists enough, mother will cook everything early. This comes in good use, if you have other parties to attend besides your own, with your immediate family.
After all the holidays are over, we still have the epiphany to look forward to. Valentine’s day is after that, and before you know it, it will be spring. My next favorite season is spring. I was born at the end of spring. Spring is the next best thing to winter.
People don’t like it when I say that I hate summer. They just don’t understand. I don’t understand how anyone can love being hot 24/7. Sweating 24/7 like a hog ready for the carnitas party.
No way. Not for me. Too much sun is not a good thing. No one is coming to town in the summer. No one, especially not Santa. If anything it’s your relatives visiting you, because you live in San Diego, and have better weather.
Oh, hell no. Why is visiting relatives a good thing? It’s not. I don’t think Martha Stewart would agree, but I don’t need her approval for my blog.
I just want to go shopping for endless coffee mug options, and holiday sweaters, and beanies. I want lots and lots of beanies.
So when you are done stuffing the turkey, and stuffing your mouth with pumpkin pie, when you finish stuffing your stockings with even more presents, think of the winter, and all the wonder it brings. Remember, that this time will fly by, and before you know it, it will be the 4th of July, and it will be raining–again.
