Who's got the stage hook?

Dear Old Man Winter,

Perhaps, dear sir, you did not get the memo from last week? You know, the one where Spring started on March 20th?

You see, it is 34 degrees here today, which is most certainly not very Spring-like. I thought that maybe, being that you are very old, you had forgotten that it is no longer your turn. We all waited patiently through your wintry performance, clapped politely when you dropped 14 inches of snow in a single night, smiled pleasantly as we layered on our winter wear, and kept our swearing to a minimum each time we shoveled our driveway or slipped on the ice.

So now I respectfully request that you step aside and allow Spring to take the stage. We only have three short months to enjoy her dainty dance before Summer will begin beating his drums in the tribal humidity dance. Why don't you check back in July, when we will likely be begging for your wintry chill?

Sincerely Yours,
Sara