Page 2 of my Christmas Journal. The Journalling reads:

While I love the storytale idea and dreams of snow at Christmas. I can't remember it ever happening. In fact the reality of snow, once it does come, is of slippy and dangerous roads, dirty brown slush, of wet feet and very cold hands and noses.

But that said each year I long for the snow to come. I love to open the curtains in a morning to a crisp landscape of fresh snow...................