There will be a lot of cities and towns having a white Christmas this year, the weatherman has told us that we won't be one of them.
There is a lot about a white Christmas that I love:
the quiet, the brightness and cold, snowballs, rosy cheeks, markets with hot spiced wine, warm gingerbread and caroling while wrapped up in scarfs and woolly mittens, snow falling on lit up houses, a warm cosy kitchen, a Christmas eve service in a freezing church, roaring fires and even chestnuts.......but most of all, the sparkle.
My search for our own white Christmas began though the house, where I found snowballs and
Santas, a few silver snowflakes, sequins and glitter, there are flickering candles and twinkly white lights, even snowy white sheep - and finally on to the small town of
Fairhope, where the streets are lined with sparkly white lights.








Growing up with a summertime Christmas where a white Christmas was only in our dreams there will be plenty that I will miss: the bare feet and shorts, the Christmas lunch outside under the shade, the family arriving with fresh raspberries and peas from their gardens, the worry about flies landing on the food, the uncles and cousins picking up a cricket bat and starting a game, sunscreen or sunburn, the very hot kitchen with hopes for a breeze from the open window, the delicious cold puddings...........
Down where it is summertime you are waking up to Christmas eve today, the shopping is all done, the cooking begins and Father Christmas is on his way..... Merry Christmas to all!