Well I dont know what day meteorologists or astronomers declare winter but December 1st is as good as any. Unfortunately we dont exactly have winter here in my arctic lair. There is no snow and its bitterly cold but without the snow I am hesitant to call this winter. Winter isnt just a season, it is a time of gleeful sleigh rides and sledding. Hot chocolate drank after a hard day of snow sports. Children pelt each other with snowballs and artists create sculptures of ice. Without the snow I have decided to rename this season "Blight" which is defined as:
'Something that impairs growth, withers hopes and ambitions, or impedes progress and prosperity.'
That sounds exactly right. Its friggin cold as a witches tit and there is no hope of having fun outside and everything else gone wrong can be blamed on this cursed season. I have included a picture of what it looks like outside for those of you living in lush climates complaining of winter.
That large torch is the Sun, it doesnt produce much in the way of heat, mostly just a depressing glare from above. Withering all joy from the body and measuring the dark days in a death march across the sky. My advice is to hibernate it seems to be the only thing that helps. Eat as much food as possible, create a thick juicy layer of lard for insulation and just drop your vitals down a few notches, slow the heart-beat and lapse into a suspended state and wait out the Blight. GoodLuck