Right now as I write this, there is a 40 degree difference between where I grew up and where I live now. 80.9 F in Tampa, 50 F at my New England stomping grounds. This is still something that leaves me in awe at this time of year. For Sunday, Christmas Day, the forecast is a 79 F high and a 56 F low. There's also a 30% chance it might rain, and if it does, no big whoop. At the stomping grounds it's highly unlikely they'll have a White Christmas. Friday should dump some snow on the ground, but as for Sunday it looks like it'll be a clear day up there.
I still don't miss snow or any cold weather for that matter, and that does surprise me a little because I thought I'd miss it at least a little. Nope.
What I do miss from the north weather-wise has already happened, the New England Autumn season. It's only six weeks long, a joy to see and a pleasure to take in the air - but I wish it weren't so short.
I do enjoy my holidays sunny rather than cold and snowy. In my mind there's still a little conscious thing going on where I look at the calendar and see "December" and think it's cold outside. But it's not. I like it that way. 🙂