Sonnet 97
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.
William Shakespeare
Go Native! North Carolina 
Bill was none too keen on winter.
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I think his dislike for winter was related to the uninsulated leggings that he wore. Plus it caused him to talk funny.
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Who ever thought that those leggings were a good idea?! I think that he talked funny because he was ethnically challenged though.
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