Hahaha...
Thought you'd get a laugh outta "How the Polar Vortex are you?" line.

Yea I grew up in the quintessential Nord ..
outdoor is the place to be..if not by a fire..
from before I can recall until I was 30 ...every winter it was daily before and after school, weekends, holidays and snow days...
skating rinks on ponds with a old wooden chair in the center, hot choc in thermoses, layers of mitts crusted over in compacted snow, toboggan outings, ice fishing, skidooing, cross country skiing by moonlight over surreal monochromatic fields and hills that looked flat and 2D to the point one could not tell if it was a flat, a hill, or a valley in front of you, snowshoeing through the trees so quiet and still except for the chickadees and whisky-jacks cavorting about upside down around you, the odd jack rabbit, deer, either in front of you or their tracks left behind...hauling and chopping firewood for the wood stove (which I still do at my place) and the smell hanging in the outdoor air, shovelling the lane so by the time one was done, inside and just warmed up, the lane was filled once again, and a few storms in my youth, last of the bad ones, snow as high as the telephone poles, higher than the second story's of most farm houses, nasty nasty that...
I miss it now and then...
But the winters of my youth are not the winters of today...
more oft back east the winter is little snow on the ground as insulation and hence little fun, and either damp weather or bitter due to the lack of snow cover...or they are simply buried.
the balance is way out on the seasons back east.
That was why I moved out to the coast 20 years ago.
The weather was just too erratic to enjoy any more.

out here I still snowshoe, and cross country ski and toboggan ...but have to go up mountain for that...not just outside the back door.
It isn't far...about an hour away to the nearest snow capped top.
but ...
hiking and boating and swimming (in the summer of course) is the thing to do out here on the coast..