We can't change it, so we have to learn how to enjoy it.
Scenically, it's like living in a Xmas card. And we see things most people will never see, like moose beds in the snow. For some reason, our resident cow moose and her current calf like to forage on this side of the lake this time of year. So far on my snowshoeing treks I've found three places where they have bedded for the night, one location not 50 yds from where I'm now sitting. I could have seen them from my office window had there been enough daylight.
They simply flop down where they are, sometimes in the open, other times near a tree well. The calf is always close by, but in it's own bed. It's usually the last place where they were feeding on willow twigs, the mainstay of their diet this time of year.
It's also interesting watching the dogs dig for field mice and voles they can hear moving under the snow. They don't catch many but it keeps them amused when they aren't chasing the squirrels that raid the bird feeders.