If I use my sweetest, gentlest voice and ask you very nicely, using all the magic words, will you please, please, please go away? I don't mean to be rude. Really. And don't think that I don't love you at all. Because I do. In December. During Christmas. But now it is almost the end of February. You have had your fun. You came, you snowed, (a lot!) you froze us to death, your winds have blown, we have shoveled, scraped, slipped, spread ice melt and endured day after day of gray skies. And now we'd like to ask you, ever so kindly, to leave, flee, vamoose, cease and desist, depart, withdraw, wrap-up, exit, do not pass go, do not collect your $200. In other words, GET OUT!!!
With Kindest Regards,
PS - Don't worry, I'll be ready to see you again in November.