In C.S. Lewis's The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, it's always winter and never Christmas before the children and the Jesus-lion restore proper seasonal balance.
Here in New York, we split the difference. For half the year it's winter and no Christmas (January to May) and for half the year it's SUMMER. No spring. No autumn. Summer arrived with a bang this weekend here, when the temperature went from 40 and rainy to 70 and sunny in a week, and then from 70 and sunny to 95 AND BROILING in 12 hours. I expect the whole summer to be like this. And it will stay unseasonably warm well into December. You watch.
In the meantime, I'm breaking into a torrid saltwater-in-the-eyes sweat just typing this blog post.