We complain about the cold and the snow only because we are proud of ourselves and we wish to keep outsiders in warmer climes, where they belong. We put on layers, and we tromp around in the snow and cold... on purpose. We sit on wood, plastic, and metal and fling ourselves down hills in the blistering cold... for fun. We are strong. We are tough. We are mildly insane.
In a passive-aggressive way.