“Many of us” does not include me in the tropics, which includes the Philippines.
All my life, I’ve known only two seasons: dry and rainy. Or as some would call it: hot and hotter.
While there are areas in the country and certain days that are cooler, there’s no such thing as a cold season. We’ve never known fall/autumn or winter. Or even spring! Guess that kind of explains our unending fascination with snow and ice. Also we Filipinos are eternally in awe about the leaves changing colors since the greenery stay (mostly) green all year round.
The closest the country ever came to having winter was when Mt. Pinatubo erupted in 1991. And I distinctly remember a late and beloved weatherman saying that, if the volcano erupted a few more times, it would cause such a climate change that out little country would finally see snow on its sandy shores.
Now that I think about it, that may also be the reason a certain theme park makes a killing with their snow attraction. It’s just like walking into a huge fridge—which Filipinos call ref or Frigidaire—only we disappoint ourselves because we’re not allowed to bring in food and neither do we find it there.
I don’t play favorites with the seasons. There are only two of them so why bother.