I am good with the holidays, but nobody sings about Jack Frost nipping at your nose in January or February. At this point, I am just waiting for it to end and none too patiently. I won't do anything I really enjoy until March, unless I take a trip south or we have some really warm days. I want to walk/hike, fish, stroll the beach and kick back in a lounge chair. No light box will fix my mood.