Winter, how I loathe you!

I’m linking up with Caitlyn @ Engimatic Ambiance for her 12 days of Christmas Link-up. I'm still playing catch up and hopefully can start posting according to schedule soon. If you would like to join simply click here for the topics and join us for 12 days of all things Christmas!

For the 3rd day of Christmas I give my thoughts about winter

Winter and I have a very complicated relationship. It mostly consists of me hating it and Winter laughing in my face and making me die just a little each time I go outside. I've never liked winter, wait, I lie. I enjoyed winter the first two to three years after arriving in Canada because it was so new. I had never seen snow before let alone made snowmans or snow angels. Ice skating became my favourite thing to do and tubing was awesome.

Then, I grew up and got to that age where you don't play in the snow so much but instead complain about it. It didn't help that I hated wearing winter boots because I thought they were ugly so I would walk around in sneakes and freeze my toes off. I still think boots are ugly but don't care enough to risk frostbite. I also grew up without a car and waiting for buses in the wintery cold was never ever tolerable. I also lived in London where the buses are not known for being on time in the winter and connections between the bus you're on and the one you need are a rare Christmas miracle. Therefore, you're outside in snowy hell for at least 15 minutes. Thankfully, I moved to Toronto where snowstorms are rare and the snow we do get ranges from 1cm to 5cm. Doable. However, we get winds that feel like my face is going to rip into shreds. Think I'll need to invest in a ski mask even if I do look like a robber. Whatevs gotta keep warm!

 



 

 

 

 

For the 4th day of Christmas I go back in time and remember my favourite present 



The best gift I have ever received would have to hands down be that bike I got for Christmas when I was younger. I can't remember how old I was when I got the bike but I'm gonna take a guess and say I was 6 or 7. I don't know if I asked for a bike as a present but I sure was happy when I saw it. I actually ended up walking in on my mom getting it ready under the Christmas tree and not being able to wait until Christmas morning to try it out. The best part of getting a bike was having my grandpa teach me to ride the bike just outside his house. Now that my grandpa has passed away this is one of those memories I hold on to dearly.