1. Driving your beater car finally becomes bearable.
Your high school ride, an ’89 Jeep Cherokee, was not equipped with that most basic and necessary commodity: air conditioning. December meant you didn’t have to sustain third-degree burns putting your seat belt on or asphyxiate in roiling heatwaves every time you had to go somewhere. It’s the only time of year you could actually go joy riding — your personal answer to a one-horse open sleigh.