Dear Snow:

I feel as though I owe you an apology...I'll admit, for the last few years I've hated you, you're cold, you mess up plans, make driving miserable and you tend to always ruin my favorite shoes...and jeans. I realize that the increasing responsibilities that come with getting older has the tendency to make you lose your child-like appreciation for 8 in. of snow. However as I've gotten older, I've had to drive to work in the snow, shovel my own sidewalk, and dig out my truck, so you can see where you get annoying.
However, I also realize that my hatred for you could be slightly curbed should I try to find the beauty in you. Outdoor scenes are quite "post card-esque" when you come around, fire places become warmer, and you certainly seal the deal on the holiday season ora. I remember the days when I used to pray for snow, it was one of the most exciting things about winter! And so I just want to say that I would like to once again become friendly with you.
All of that just to say, Snow, I'm sorry, I don't hate you, and I don't hope that I never see you again.... And I'm sorry about all the profanity...that was rude of me. However I would like to request that you refrain from making yourself present 8 inches at a time....just a suggestion...

Sincerely,
Miriam Newell