Winter wonder lovers

There was a day (up to about my 14th year) when I liked cold weather and snow, but no more. Now my ideal is a light snowfall (no more than 2 inches) which is pretty and makes everything look like a Christmas card, and then warm up so it melts after a day and no more for the rest of the winter. Of course, that doesn't happen around here. So now, after the end of November, I start singing Ezra Pound's immortal winter anthem, "Winter is icumen in, lhude sing goddam."