Despite the fact that winter was particularly brutal last year, I still found myself looking forward to it. It's not amnesia, this is my favorite time of year and not necessarily because of Christmas. Yes, it's arguably the best holiday and yes, it is wonderful in and of itself. But what really gets me about winter is the dichotomy of warmth and the cold.
It's no secret I love sad music. I genuinely enjoy gut-wrenching, knock-you-off-your-feet sad songs. They're beautiful and weirdly make you (or at least for me) feel less alone in your loneliness. One of the most famous sad-core Christmas songs is clearly "Blue Christmas". At face value it's about wanting that special someone to make it home in time to trim the tree. But I feel like it scratches on the surface of a side of the holidays we don't look at as much. There's a sadness outside of romantic involvement that comes with the holidays. It could just as easily be referring to a loved one who's passed away, or simply longing for the company of someone you used to know. Either way Low's version (above) just wrecks me.
As we get older I think we start to realize that there's always another side of the coin. We go to college, move out of state, or otherwise separate ourselves from the people we care about. It's simply part of growing up - this falling in and out of touch. So if you find yourself lovelorn, swallowed up with nostalgia, watching the snow fall outside your window, know that you're not alone.
Remember that feeling of playing for hours in the snow? Frozen through and through you'd come home and start thawing out by the fire. Sometimes you'd be so cold that the warming up made your toes tingle. Then you would blissfully sip hot chocolate recalling your grand adventures. It's in this transition that my reason for loving winter lies.
Yes there's a certain sadness to the holidays, but there's also a light at the end of the tunnel. And not just a light, a crackling fire flanked by your family and friends. The contrast between the two makes both shine so much brighter. Blues are deeper and reds warmer. It's a time where we're looking backwards and forwards all at once. Things seem possible, despite aching for warm memories from the past. I say this without a hint of irony or hyperbole, it's a truly magical time of year.