I wrap my hands around a mug of steaming rum with a splash of cocoa in it.

To cut down on the wind chill I snipped an inch off the forefinger and thumb of a pair of fleece gloves. But if it's subzero outside I don't even go there. Or at least not more than a few feet from the car, with the engine running and the heater on full and a spare set of keys in my pocket.