I wonder you age, probably in your younger years. Yes, when I was young, and my body could stand the cold, I loved the cold clear nights. But when you reach 70 years old, I do not think that you will have the same feelings, but hope you do.
I have no doubt that I will always love winter, though I still have three years until I turn 70. Cold weather became physically problematic for my father as he got older, but he never stopped loving winter. My wife is well past 70 and has Reynaud's syndrome, but still loves winter -- as long as there's snow on the ground. Snow is transformative, magical. Never the same twice, always beautiful in a different way. But seriously cold weather with no snow can be pretty grim.
I do think it's partly a cultural thing. Places like Arkansas or North Carolina do get their fair share of sub-freezing temperatures, and the mountains in North Carolina can even get quite heavy snow from time to time. But winter is still viewed as an aberration, something to be endured, rather than an opportunity for fun and joy.
Sadly, I am watching the winter culture slowly wither even in places where winter itself is still going strong, like northern New York and New England.