Rarely is it so cold that a combination of wind and rain can chill you to the bone, as it does in the southern states of this country, Australia.
Today is one of those days, sunny and with an almost cloudless blue sky.
Yet I love winter, the real winter where the temperature is so cold your face starts to freeze, an experience I had one January in Chicago, or where the temperature is hovering just above freezing and there is snow everywhere.
New Yorkers I discovered do not like this very much, understandably it interferes with their daily lives and livelihood, but to us tourists from those warmer climes it is manna from heaven.
3-foot snowdrifts in Central Park, a place where a child can easily make a snow angel, these are aspects of winter we may never see where we live.
But here, the closest we are going to get is a classic wood fire, where we can sit by and watch the flames dance while it keeps us warm, is our firebox. Houses do not have open fireplaces.
But as for a white Christmas, we have to travel to the other side of the world for that. Good thing then that their winter there coincides with our Christmas here, and generally the hottest days of the years.
And Christmas is generally the time we travel overseas.