Winter, go to hell !
Each year, we enjoy you coming, thinking about Christmas and nice field of white snow.
Each year, we have a Uncle John drunk making terrible jokes during Christmas Eve, the gift we received was not matching at all with our expectation, the snow was brown and we are cold.
Spring is coming ! Sun, green trees, bird's whistle, opened window, fresh air ! Finally !
Until then, let's dance around some demons and release a Kraken or a phoenix into a mass of enemies.