Usually, I hate winter. I absolutely could not stand the feeling of dry skin, chapped lips, dry hands... I could cope until Christmas, but December 26 usually is a terrible day where i just dream of summer. This year, I don't mind it that much. It might be because I am learning everyday to just accept things and be okay with them. It might also be that my coworker listens to Christmas music and has worn a Christmas sweater everyday since December 1st. On that short note, merry christmas.
And be joyful.
And read 1st John.