I spotted the first spitting of snow this morning. I know most of us complained about last year’s white spell because it lasted so long. Dates were cancelled, flights were grounded, people were stranded, women couldn’t wear high heels.. However, here are a few reasons why I can’t help feeling excited when I see snowflakes…
No matter who or where you are, you simply have to yell at somebody, anybody, to make sure they can see that IT’S SNOWING!
Everybody could do with a snow day off work / school.
Everything. slows. down.
It’s just so pretty. A blanket of snow can transform the ugliest of settings into a winter wonderland.
It’s the perfect excuse for all things hot… Hot bath, hot stew, hot chocolate, hot port…
I’ll never be too old to delight in being the first to crunch across virgin snow.
Childlike, creative qualities are key – think snowballs, snow angels, snowmen… Last winter, my sister’s boyfriend built a slide and an igloo and drove around on a quad. I know who I’ll be hanging out with this year…
Last December, I met a friend for one hot toddy. We ended up in Swifts, the local (shit) night club, tearing up the dance floor in our hiking boots and wellies. Best night ever!
Hollywood has convinced us that it ain’t really Christmas ’til it snows… Merry Christmas!