Being Philosophically Cool (I mean warm)

Its been a pretty chilly week around these parts. We've had snow, hail, and very cold rain. My kids are loving it. I'm not sure when the cold weather became such a nusance for me (another sign of getting older I guess). I remember as a kid my favorite time of the year was late fall/early winter when sledding, skating and skiing were the top priority. In fact, just a few years ago as a youth pastor, the first snow fall had the whole youth group jumping off the docks for our annual polar bear plunge (what was I thinking). It feels as though winter is here and that means I'm looking forward to the hot turkey and warm eggnog. Which also means I'll be out on the snow packed hills warming hands, blowing noses, and teaching the art of packing a good snowball. Alright, the cold isn't all bad. If it weren't for the cold then we wouldn't appreciate the warmth right? Hmmmm... now I've gotten myself into a real pickle. Does this then mean I really like the cold because of the effects of getting out of the cold, which is all the things warmth brings. Can a person like the cold and warmth at the same time for different reasons? And if I like the cold for warm reasons do I even like the warmth at all? And what if a tree falls in the woods and there is nobody there to hear it? Obviously philosophy was not my major in college. All I know is eggnog is cool! (figuratively)