Once upon a time Bing Crosby started dreaming of a White Christmas, and since in doing so he created the biggest selling song of all time I can only assume that other people share this dream.
It is one of the great examples of being careful what you wish for. A White Christmas does not just consist of watching the treetops glisten and listening to hear sleighheehaybells in the snow. The reality is people falling and breaking limbs, elderly people being unable to leave their homes, the weight of snow bringing down wires so that people have no light, heat or means of cooking. It means being unable to visit or be visited by relatives, which shows that it is not all bad.
I don’t ever remember it snowing like this in November before. As I write this it’s freezing outside, the path out of our estate (our road is fairly steeply sloped) is treacherous, I had get up half an hour earlier this morning to walk all the way to the train station on icy paths because my bus couldn’t get over the big hill between Bray and Greystones, and I’m not sure how I’m going to get home this evening. And apparently we’ve a whole week of this to enjoy.
But sometime next summer I’ll come across this
picture of my back garden and will be struck by how beautiful it is.