I bet, from the title of this post, you are expecting some pithy, romantic descriptions of us New Englanders, gathered round the wood-fired stove sipping mulled cider and knitting as the snow falls silently upon our maples and pines, or of us out snowshoeing and hiking the hills in the cheek-pinking …
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