My favorite season is fall.
You have good clothes, good weather, nice colors, good candy, and pretty good holidays with no religious overtones.
While winter means my birthday, fall means candy and apples and rum.
Well. Okay. I can drink rum whenever. But who doesn’t loved hot mulled apple cider with rum? (Answer: Kenyan commie muslims.)
If fall isn’t the best season out there, I don’t know what is.