I won't say I like those things but I have always felt OK about winter because I love the change of seasons. The yin and yang, the other side of the coin, we're on the other side of the sun. You can't know nice without not-nice. The face stinging cold wind magnifies warm cocoa by the stove. Boots in hard crusty snow gives pleasure to barefoot in new spring grass. I like to be reminded of the ever changing miracle.