But sadly, not in London.
It’s 8.30am on Christmas morning and it’s 9ºC (48º in old money) and a bit damp.
I’m fairly sure it always snowed when I was a kid… or maybe my imagination has been impaired by the constant bombardment from the media of Christmas scenes with snow. I don’t remember the last time I saw a Christmas card depicting light drizzle.
Still this sort of disappointment could happen anywhere. I was in Anchorage, Alaska on Christmas morning in 1999. The sort of place you pretty much expect snow in the winter. But was there any? No. It was about the same temperature it is here today in London and any snow around was just stuff that hadn’t melted yet from the previous days.
Maybe it’s just me then? Wherever I go, it doesn’t snow at Christmas?
Actually, I don’t mind. Snow in cities, especially ones in England, is rubbish. Wet and slushy, mixed with salt that the local council put out two days too late.
Still, it would be nice if we could have a frost fair again.
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The whole snow at Christmas thing is perpetuated by the Dickensian view of Christmas when Europe was in the middle of a mini ice age, the Thames would freeze and there would be snow. These days, forget it.
That said, a really hard frost (as we had a few days ago) makes the world look white(ish) and doesn’t turn to slush like snow does and that’s not too much to ask for
Bah humbug