I mean that's cool and all. I don't hate it. It's ah, actually kinda nice. Snow. Wintery. Festive.
I dunno, I haven't gone out in it at all yet because screw you guys the actual christmas miracle here is that I woke up this morning and could see my husband's wings. There's like...some law on the books somewhere that says Winchesters don't see wings, but there they were.