Winter by Tyler S

 I half-hate winter. 50% because the cold has always been intense for me and on the good 50% I love the festive season. On December 14 my dad said we’re going on a skiing holiday, just for the weekend. This meant we had to go out in the cold, snow and the ice. I didn’t stand a chance, not even for the weekend. The moment dad announced “We’re here.” I could already feel the cold, so freezing that the cold had got right into my bones when as soon as I stood up, they broke! Then my father sighed “winter”