Four Reasons to Love Winter

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1. Between boots and woolen tights, girls, you can get away with not shaving your legs. But let's keep that as our little secret.

2. You can stay indoors, snug and warm, curl up with a book and a hot chocolate, and not feel guilty for not having a life. Because who goes out in the rain anyway?

3. You can find Tznius clothing in the stores. Winter, time of long sleeves and high necks. There's no such things as an immodest coat. Even Rabbi Falk couldn't think what to ban in winter outerwear.

4. Shabbos goes out early enough for scheduling in relaxed dates on Motzai Shabbos. Way better than the post workday rush


Sigh. It didn't work. I still can't wait for summer.

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 19, 2010 at 12:08 PM

    You could try winter in the northern hemisphere which lasts for some months, rather than just one or two...
    You could have mentioned 'playing in the snow' - building snow people could be a good shared shidduch activity, and it does occasionally snow in Israel!
    Anon613-London

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  2. smartyskirtJanuary 19, 2010 at 5:03 PM

    I'm in Israel this year, and it JUST started getting cold. Not too bad, as far as I'm concerned...

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  3. Mystery WomanJanuary 19, 2010 at 5:30 PM

    I wish I can see the bright side of winter, but none of your reasons are doing it for me...

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 19, 2010 at 7:05 PM

    "snow people" !? Oy, how politically correct can we get?

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  5. TroiJanuary 19, 2010 at 9:35 PM

    I LOVE WINTER.

    I DON'T LIKE SUMMER.

    Preparing to be persued with pitchforks . . .

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  6. kasayJanuary 20, 2010 at 8:17 AM

    "snow people"

    That's the English way to say it.

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  7. J.A.P.January 20, 2010 at 6:41 PM

    Kasay, but in America "Snow People" is the term Latinos and other minorities use to label Caucasians.

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  8. Laura ShaposhnikovaJanuary 21, 2010 at 5:11 AM

    I love one through four! Freezing cold or not, I am still going to be too prude to share body heat with any boys:p

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