You know it's winter when you see the twinkling snow. You can feel your body temperature begin to flare up to sustain your shivering body. Your voice is hushed, and your breaths are visible; small, curling wisps of cooling vapour. You readjust your woolen hat; attempting to stay warm as the frigid wind whips your hair around aimlessly. You hear the snow crunch underneath your winter boots as you walk, and the cold prickles at your skin. You rub your mitts together in a feeble effort to stay warm, and you question, "Do this make me Canadian?"
