You might be in the throes of winter right now, but I am not. Actually, half the world isn't experiencing winter right now because half the world is located in the Southern Hemisphere, where it is summer. But that is half the world "geographically speaking", not population-wise, which is why, all over the internet, people are getting out snow shovels, and putting on their mittens, and drumming up "winter themed" blog events like this one, without any regard for those of us who are seasonally challenged. Oh, I feel your crisp, subtle oppression, like a snowflake on my cheek, and it isn't pretty.
Where is your global awareness? Your politically correct sensitivity? Where is the blog for the poor minority who must have Christmas dinner on the beach and go surfing afterwards? Have you no shame?
You want me to wax eloquent about the beauty of a, white, bone-chillingly cold winter in the middle of my sweaty, sunny summer? Okay. Fine! But I cannot participate in your biased, openly anti-Southern-hemispheric leanings. I will talk of winter, if you insist, but not of yours. I will talk of mine.
Winter comes once a year to New Zealand, in June. It rains a lot, and there is snow, but only in the mountains. You can play in the snow, if you are resolute in the belief that you run faster than an avalanche. Having seen a car full of tourist being dug out of an avalanche last winter, I forgo the snow play myself.
Winter is long and dark, and there is no Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or New Years to anticipate and break up the long grey days. There isn't even a fourth of July. There is only winter, and the endless prattering of the majority of the world about their wonderful, warm summer frolicking, without any consideration for the feelings of those less fortunate.
And then winter finally ends.
And the sun comes out at last.
And everyone in the world wants you to blog about winter, because obviously "they" are the center of the seasonal universe.