I wasn't dreaming of a White Christmas

We'd planned on our regular Christmas in Mexico again, leaving on Wednesday, but that bloody Covid sh*te put an end to it.
I'm not a fan of snow, it makes life difficult. All that shoveling of driveways, slipping and sliding and major delays on the roads. 
It should be restricted to the tops of mountains where the ski hills are and for soppy Hollywood rom-coms that bring a little tear to the eye.
Yes, snow gets a great big Bah Humbug from me.

(It's supposed to be gone tomorrow, but at least I got a bit of a whine out of it today.)

Ah well...