When I moved south to go to university, everyone told me I was going to adore my first Christmas down south. I spent my initial Christmas there, even though I could not figure out what was so amazing. When I lived up north, we would go skiing and ice skating over the holidays… Mom and dad constantly rented a lake property near the ski slopes and we spent most of the afternoon on the slopes. We would go back to the lake property and stand around the fireplace drinking hot chocolate while mom made supper. I went to a pool party on Christmas Eve, even though I didn’t have much fun at all. They had Christmas lights up, but it wasn’t the same when you were having a BBQ and swimming during midnight. I asked my host family if it ever grew cold down here. He said it gets cold for a couple of weeks, however last year, they had temperatures in the forties at night for a little while. Forty genuinely wasn’t cold when you came from the north. I wanted to go ice skating and skiing, but they said it could not be done in the least. Christmas afternoon, we sat around the Christmas tree with the AC on. It was already seventy degrees outside and no one seemed to notice. The only reason the AC was on was for me. I was too overheated to breathe and wearing my shorts while everyone else was wearing sweatshirts and jeans. I felt something like a fish out of water. This year, I am going back to the lake house for the holidays. I wanted to stand near a fireplace that provided heat. I wanted to turn the temperature control up to make it perfectly toasty, and not reset the AC equipment. I know I won’t be staying here after graduation.