But a sprinkling of overnight frost does make everything beautiful!
Any adult in the UK will say winters were always colder and longer in their childhood days. My favourite memory is sliding/skidding home from school in the gathering dark (there were no street-lights in our little villages in the 70s), stopping to have snowball fights along the way. And when it was a Full Moon, the snow and ice glistened and shone making it feel even more magical and otherwordly.
The Beauty of Winter, indeed!