When you think about it, history shows us mankind has always hated the time of year that brings cold, snow, dark, and ice.
December 21st is perhaps the most depressing day of the year - having the least amount of daylight. Desperately in need of a pick-me-up, we decided to hold a party for Christ.
February 2nd is pretty much the midpoint of the atrocious weather period. Desperately in need of some positive reinforcement after six weeks of cold and snow, we decided to throw in an event that gave us at least a 50/50 chance of the hurried return of warmer weather.
With an equal chance that cold weather might continue, we quick needed to through in a day where we could reassure our loved ones that we loved them despite our seasonal foul humor - what better method than to exchange poetry from the heart on February 14.
And then once truly warm weather returns what did we decide to do? Close schools and send the kids outside to celebrate.
Yep, our past deeds confirm that these inhospitable months have always been about coping... and counting down to the return of civilized conditions.
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