Going to school in the south from the the midwest, when your favorite season is winter, is a hard transition when it is still 70 degrees entering December. There are some things that truly baffle me when winter starts creeping into the south.

When the weather hits below 50, all of a sudden the parkas come out.

Knowing that when I head home the high won't even be above freezing but it becomes a state of emergency when the weather dips below 50. I'm still in my Chacos and shorts. I guess we all have our own freezing points.

Any precipitation during winter "should be snow".

Ok, just because today it is 40 and a little rainy does not mean snow is upon us. Please just know that the ground also needs to be cold.

If it does snow, the whole town is incapacitated.

The light dusting that came the night does not make the roads undrivable. You can still get to Walmart and Chik-fil-a, I promise.

Snow days are handed out like candy canes during winter.

I used to have to beg our principal to get us off when we had 6 inches on the ground, but there is .05 centimeters and school is called off for days.

It just doesn't feel like Christmas.

I try and I try to imagine myself unwrapping gifts when it is 60 on Christmas day.

I love the south but every holiday season I can not wait to head back to the midwest where I can wish for a white Christmas and pray that it is granted. Heading home for the holidays is one of the best feelings, especially when I know I am headed back to cold weather, Christmas light displays, and all my friends.