Does anyone else get a little upset that its 20 degrees outside, there's snow on the ground, and yet somehow winter doesn't start for another two weeks? I'm thinking we should take this complaint straight to the top, with an open letter.
Dear Mother Nature,
Hello. Sorry I haven't written in a while, I have been kind of busy.
How is everything? How's work? Actually, that's what I'm writing about. I know that you have been doing this stuff a long time, longer than I've been around, and I respect that.
But, I think sometimes you can be a little old-fashioned. I understand that in the old days, the solstice was when you decided we should start winter. But there's snow on the ground, Mom! It's coooold! There is no way this is autumn! All the leaves have already fallen! It's winter, whether your solstice is here or not!
So, I think you should call this winter, and forget the old ways. Join the new millennium. Ok, that's all. Give Father Time my best.