Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Christmas always looks magical on TV and on Christmas cards with crisp white sheets of snow. Only three times in my life can I recall snow thick enough to make a snowman or throw more than one paltry snowball and one of those I was in Yorkshire for a half-term holiday so that doesn't count.

For Christmas we usually get rain. I suppose climate change might bring us a white Christmas but I think I'd rather have the rain than the other consequences of that whole issue. However, if I could have one wish for Christmas it would be that it started snowing at around midnight on Christmas Eve, when people were safely at their destinations, and to be greeted by it coming out of Midnight Mass before walking home wrapped up in hats and scarves and gloves. It would stick and be lovely, fluffy and white for 24 hours before starting to melt just in time for people to travel back home. And before all this, I'd find some suitable snow clothes that didn't make me look like the Pilbury Doughboy in drag.