I was born in February and have always loved the cold snowy months of the year. Most people find me odd because of this, they seem to think it natural to love the summer and it's heat, and in turn hate the winter cold, but I don't quite agree. Of course, summer has its charm, just like all the other seasons, but somehow I find that snuggling up under a blanket in front of a fireplace during a snowstorm, or going out to play in the snow on a sunny day is far more pleasant than getting sunburns and sweating.
Maybe it's the Lolita in me talking, after all, it is not very comfortable to wear layers upon layers of clothes in the summer, or perhaps it has something to do with all the gifts I get on Christmas... I do not know. All I know is that whenever the first snow falls on the frozen ground I feel truly happy.