Four years of Massachusetts winters cured me. I left Wellesley knowing that I could live a full and happy life without ever seeing snow again.
I have not been able to avoid it: there was snow occasionally in Virginia when I lived there, and my family likes going to Truckee to go snow tubing. Needless to say, I am not a proponent of such trips, but generally act like a good sport.
However, snow on the hills is ideal. It sits there, white and majestic, and I don't have to go out in it. My feet don't freeze, and I never have to see the inevitable slush.
We have had a cold snap for the past few days.* Mount Hamilton's peak is covered in snow. It happens a couple of times every winter. I love it. It fulfills my aesthetic yearnings without making my earring wires cold. That is just enough snow.
Okay, the weather can warm up now.
*Cold snap for the South Bay Area: daytime temperatures in the low fifties. The Not-So-Little Drummer Boy is home from Massachusetts for spring break, and he laughs at us.