Yeah, you, dressed all in gray and lurking around the neighborhood. It's no secret that I really don't like you. You're that visitor who shows up too early and stays too late and tells the same boring stories over and over: cold, snow, ice, blah blah blah. And you're a bully, too. Every year you and your sister Spring get into big arguments over who's gonna stay and who has to go, and I'm always really glad when Spring kicks your butt and sends you packing. She's stronger than your sister Autumn. Poor Autumn. We all love her so much, and she was doing really well this year. The best part of her visit was when she let the Royals play in the World Series. And then you had to come along and ruin everything. You just ran in and shoved Autumn over, and now I think she's gone. I hope she's just having a little visit with Summer. Summer, as you know, is my favorite of all of you (jealous, aren't you?) and she was absolutely wonderful this year. She stayed a little longer than usual and wasn't as hot-tempered as she sometimes is. I hope she's telling Autumn to stand right up to you. But in case she isn't, or just supposing that Autumn is as timid as I think she is, I've got something to say to you, Winter: Beat it. You'll have your turn soon enough, you little tyrant. Move over and let Autumn do her thing a bit longer, so I can do mine. You heard me telling everybody that I wanted to get the outside of the house done before you got here, and you just couldn't stand to see me happy, so you sneaked in here one day when Autumn was at her finest and sent her away. And I'm mad about it. I don't like you anyway, but that was low, even for you. So go on, get outta here. I mean it. Scram!