I hate this time of year. I love the summer and warmer days I think it is because of my winter asthma and back when I was a kid in elementary school...
Because I wasn't allowed to go out on the playground and play when it was cold I had to sit in the detention hall if it was below 40 degrees outside. Now, I wasn't in detention but I still had to be in the detention hall. Now doesn't that suck? I did however get to read, do homework and even on occasion play my Game Boy (the old school yellow screen with green dots one that sucked up batteries like no tomorrow and was almost as thick as it was wide, you remember). However I think my health imposed imprisonment at that time forged a loathing of these cold times deep to my core.
"Move to a warmer climate" you might say. Well, I have lived for short times in other states and areas, and I always yearn for the Kalamazoo area. Despite the seemingly half a year or more of frigidity I'll probably always live in this area, because I like it. I suppose it is another enigma of being Jason. I hate the cold but I love this area.
And funny enough, Christmas is my favorite Holiday, not because of the gifts but because of the giving and the true story behind it. Every year I put together a rag-tag group of men and we go caroling right before Christmas. And yes it is usually cold. But I love the way people light up at those old songs from their childhood. Its a very fun time and I want to do it every year until I'm dead.
I'm really looking forward to sharing Christmas with my daughter, Alexis, this year. Last year she was too little to really understand the whole opening of presents and stuff. But she'll be 2 in February and she's a lot more aware of things around her, especially things that pertain to her and I just can't wait to see her dig into presents and get all excited by the lights and music and everything that goes along with Christmas.
I have more to say on this topic, but Winter is a long season and I will spread it out over the bitter months ahead.
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