I am thankful for warm, cozy, cuddly clothes that cover me on a cool evening or chilly morning. I am thankful that I have gloves to keep my fingers warm, and hats to prevent my ears from turning into ice pops. I am thankful for fuzzy socks, woolen sweaters, flannel shirts, fleece pajamas, pink slippers, and all things soft.
I have been to big cities during the winter time, and images of little children standing next to their jobless parents trying to collect money on the side of the road with snow blustering down around their coatless arms, haunt my memory. During the following months, especially, I am thankful that I have warm things to cozy up in. I am thankful that when I come in from playing outside in the snow all day, that I am not not truly “freezing the death” as I have often over exaggerated.