A White Christmas - Better Late Than Never

I love snow. My childhood days spent in Maryland nurtured that love. Now I’m back in rainy old England where snow is like a foreign language. But it arrived this week, and with it came my more childish tendencies. True I was ill this week, so maybe running outside in my moon boots and no coat wasn’t the best idea – but it’s snowing! We can all become a little more carefree on these rarest of days. Or can we? It does seem that the only ones who enjoy or embrace the snow are the young. After all we get a day off school, what do our parents get? An earlier alarm to ensure they get to work on time? Or worse, one less pay check because they’re snowed in? Well there’s one exception to that rule – my dad. He is the world’s oldest child – or maybe I should say he is a child at heart.
It being Cambridgeshire it can be hard to come across a hill, so sledding was out (also I haven’t had a sled or need for one since I was 10). So, what to do on a snow day?

1. Watch latest episode of 90210 – ‘Help me, Rhonda’
2. Update blog
3. Do a little homework (I just gagged too)
4. Text your friends to make sure they’re still alive :D
5. Cyber shop – because transport links are so screwed you can’t physically go shopping (also mother is extra edgy when it snows)

Why is it that when the snow comes the whole country collapses? Don’t misunderstand me; I love a snow day as much as the next overworked, sleep-deprived teen. But why does snow = mass hysteria. This weeks snow is already accused of causing ‘havoc’ and ‘chaos’ – p.s. very original nouns the press are using these days – and has cost businesses around £1 billion to date. Still I can only look at it as slightly cold rain - and we’re pretty used to rain in Britain, right? We spend so long wishing for a white Christmas - we even sing about it - and when it arrives we forget to enjoy it.