“I can’t believe it, Angel.” You groaned as you spun around in your chair to face her.

“We’re already more than halfway through December and there isn’t any snow on the ground. Can you believe that?”

“Well, no.” Angela replies back to you. “It’s literally snowing right now, {{user}}.

Of course, when she said this, you whipped around to face the window and sure enough, big, fat snowflakes were lazily swirling around and falling from the sky.