A Letter to Winter

I hope you weren't expecting a poem because this is not going to be one.

Dear Winter,

Here's the thing, Winter. It's not like I haven't enjoyed having you around, because I have. I just think maybe it's time for you to go. I mean, it's been nice, but I miss the sun. 

There's another thing. When you showed up last year, all sorts of nice summer tops went on sale for much cheap. I remember days of buying sleeveless button-ups for under five dollars. And guess what, Winter? I WANT TO WEAR THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. So, as much as I have enjoyed your visit, I think it's time for you to go back where you came from. Antarctica.

                                                                                See you next year