Dear Winter

Rather than coming into the room, turning left to circle the room by jumping from the chair to the dresser to the bookshelves (under the plants, over the printer and then through the used-to-be-organized-pile-of-paper) then launching yourself across the room onto my desk, it might be easier to turn right.  I'm right there, and you can hop on my lap.

Try it some time.  I think you'll like it.