Christmas week has finally arrived and with it came not four calling birds or even three french hens but an incredible amount of snow. Every year Britain hopes and prays for the coveted White Christmas, people put bets on it, songs are sung about it and children stare wide eyed out the window waiting for it. However, every year the ground remains snow free and we shelf those hopes for another year.
This year the snow finally came but no one greeted it with open arms and smiled as it fell. People, it seems, love the idea of snow just not the actuality of it. With people stuck in airports and supermarkets rammed full of people assuming the snow means the end of the world, snow is definitely not the welcomed Christmas guest.
To remedy the anger at our snow flaked friend, my present to you this yule tide is this picture of the view from my window to remind you all how wonderful snow is.
Merry Christmas one and all.