For many places that are used to seasonal snow, there could likely be a day in our lifetime, where folks see their last blizzard. Their last big snowfall.
Makes me cherish the cold and the snow even more.
Edit hope random thoughts like this are ok here.
In high latitude winters, snow provides light and contrast - without it the world is just shades of black brown grey. Some people there may think a little extra warmth could be welcome, but -2ºC with snow is much better than +2ºC with cold grey drizzle.