The halls are decked, but how the hell is anyone going to feel jolly with the soundtrack of a constant drip drip dripping playing in the background? I ask you. Not that I'm such a huge fan of snow. I'm hopeless at all winter sports and think snow mostly exists to be admired from a safe distance, preferably somewhere warm and indoors. And the prospect of shoveling the driveway appalls.
But Jebus this is just too much damned rain. This is Chi-frigging-cago, not Seattle, for frig's sake!
That is all.