Every time a bell rings...

Could it happen? Could we possibly get a white Christmas? According to the Met office the last official White Christmas was in 2004. However to be classed as a white Christmas all it takes is for a single snowflake to fall somewhere within the United Kingdom within the 24 hours of Christmas Day.
Now I don’t know about you but that doesn’t quite cut it for me. I can’t recall my last White Christmas but I think it must have been in my youth. I want the movie version of White Christmas. I want to wake up Christmas morning having gone to bed looking onto a vista of plain boring landscape only to draw back my curtains and be presented with a deep blanket of unspoilt snow. I want to throw on my coat and wellies and set about making the biggest, world breaking snowman, to take part in a global scale snowball fight. I want to walk through the park and go skating on the lake. I want to come home to a roaring open fire, to roasting chestnuts and popping corn, to mulled wine and hot toddies. I want carol singers standing on the street corner under a lantern, children playing on wooden homemade sledges and Ebenezer Scrooge leaning out of his window shouting “Merry Christmas everybody”, I want to see the Cratchit family enjoying the biggest turkey you have ever seen. I want to see George Bailey running through the streets shouting greetings to everyone and everything. I want the wizard of Oz and the cowardly Lion, the Tin Man and the Scarecrow, I want the hills are alive with the sound of music and the greatest escape. I want wardrobes that lead to mystical lands, the White Witch and the promise of Aslans’ return

But most of all I just want to love and be loved and to hold that special woman in my arms on the most special of days.

I don’t just want a single flake of snow in a town I have never heard of.
I want the dream.

Maybe I’m asking too much?

But if you don’t ask...



Merry Christmas to one and all, God bless us every one.