So far, since we've moved here, winter seems to take place during the last week of December in Vegas. That's the one week where I feel compelled to put on socks to walk down the street to the mailbox.
Though we've noticed a change in climate in recent weeks, it's mostly been like trading sunny skies for clouds and rain. And humidity, which wrecks up my joints. So, no fun.
But I should soon be able to enjoy my own version of the classic fireside night.