Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
‘I’M dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know!’
If you haven’t guessed by the lyrics above, we are heading home to Bonny Scotland in search of a Christmas card scene covered with snow.
The odds on our dreams coming true are 3/1 according to William Hill the bookmakers, well up in the Highlands of Scotland where snow has been seen in summer, there is always a strong possibility!
The husband, who has a love of snow, can be found with his nose pressed up against a cold window pane in search of those first magical snowflakes as he beckons the children to come and witness those early flurries of snow, albeit briefly covering the garden.
I can see his shoulders drop with disappointment when the snow doesn’t ‘lay deep and thick and even!’ Turning to the children he’ll say ‘just wait, it will be white in the morning.’ ‘Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!’ Secretly, I’m thinking to myself how thankful I will be if we aren’t blessed with a white Christmas!
Although beautiful on the December 25, if I could wave a magic wand for 24 hours of snow on Christmas Day, then for it to just as magically disappear for the remainder of the festive frolics that would suit me just fine – shhhhhhh – don’t tell the husband! ‘In the meadow we can build a snowman!’ Then mum can dry the clothes, the boots and gloves. Wash the floor and sweep away the slushy mess. Scrape the car windscreen, clear the path and buy de-icer whilst the husband sits by the fire, rubbing his hands with glee!!!!
Merry Christmas ...
