Ever since snow was announced to fall in London this weekend, I had been anxiously waiting. Few things transport me – and many others with me – more efficiently back to childhood than the sight of a snow covered landscape. Add to that the magical decorative lights that are appearing all over the city and the sound of Christmas carols, and I almost believe in Santa Claus again!
Therefore, big was my excitement when this morning I woke at 6am and peeking out of the window saw a white street – snow has arrived in London! Instantly awake, I got ready as soon as I could and rushed outside just to feel that blissful sensation of being the very first to step into a beautiful unblemished layer of snow…
And then reality kicked back in. Snow is cold. And snow is wet. And by the time you arrive at work, all the beauty has melted and it’s just a slushy grubby mess everywhere. Guess Santa doesn’t exist after all.
Published: 30 November 2010 by Tom