Comfort food. No other time of the year - with the exception of that one day in December - provides a guilt-free, ticket-to-ride on the meat and gravy train. Diet be damned, for reasons to follow.
Woollies. No, not the supermarket, it's too nippy around the vege bins and deep-chiller aisles. The clothes - just snuggle into a freshly fabric-softened jumper and scarf and smell the lavender.
Body worries. As above, any concerns about your shape are immaterial when your lumps are buried beneath Fair Isle cardigans and corduroy baggies. Chuck a Swandri on top for added assurance.
Dramatic weather. Cold fronts roll in like cinematic blockbusters and storms blast into view like disaster movies. Epic viewing from the bay windows without paying Netflix a cent.
Cuddles. Bring them on in people. Body heat is a gift, otherwise wasted as it wafts away into the unappreciative, oblivious icy air. Science tells us hugs boost oxytocin, a neuro-transmitter that makes people ... happy.
Deciduous trees. About this time of year the bare limbs pop into regrowth. These little signals of renewal can be another joy to the eye. This one's for you, bud, which bring us to...
Spring. Yes! Winter means spring is on the way.