December brings the average temp back down to the 30s and 40s. It’s cold, but it’s a festive cold. The Common gets a massive Christmas tree, and everyone suddenly wears red scarves.
You’ll slip on ice at least once. You’ll curse the parking situation. But you’ll also stand under the Faneuil Hall lights and feel that warm, fuzzy holiday thing. It’s the month where we all bond over shared misery and hot toddies. Happy winter, Boston.
So why care about the average temp by month? Because it tells the story of your year here. It’s the rhythm of your coffee runs, your walks home, and your quiet moments. And honestly? It gives you something to talk about with strangers on the T. Embrace the weather. It’s part of the charm.
