Some of us in this wide world are not what you'd call fans of cold weather and darkness.
Some of us might go so far as to say we dislike cold.
Some of us, around December 21, become rather morose and start muttering about winter's literary significance as a symbol of death and hopelessness.
Some of us are very, very, very happy to see spring come again.
Happy first day of spring!
(As a side note, I am so out of touch that even with my deep and abiding love of the vernal equinox, I didn't realize it was today until I saw Google's homepage.)