Y'know, in my younger days, I pretty much hated winter, the cold, and short days and long nights.. I loved summertime, beaches, sunshine, long days.. but oddly, as I approach middle age (some would say I'm there already) I find myself preferring wintertime now. As you said, it's easier to get warm than it is to get cool. Also, I hate having to mow my lawn at least once a week every week, and I'm tired of the incessant drone of lawnmowers and chainsaws all weekend long, every weekend. (Obviously I live in the 'burbs). And the mosquitoes. And constant thunderstorms, which knock out power (sucks being in IT when UPSes fail, and we have stations spread out all over the state)
Things just seem more calm in the winter, there's just less static background buzz, and snow is pretty. (well.. literally speaking, there's more static - zap). I should move farther north. A blanket, a fire, a book, and a mug of hot chocolate, life is good.
But there's still one thing to be said for summertime that winter will never match. women in tank tops, shorts and bikinis. Guess I'm not that old yet.