I know we’re to blameWith our stockings full of plastic tat.Wagyu burgers, fast cars,and bargain EasyJet flights. But where’s my White Christmas? My childhood Christmas was icy and cold.We pelted each other with snowballs, built forts,skated precariously across half-frozen lakes.Thought The Snowman was a documentary. But now Christmas is all drizzle and mizzle,raining cats and… Continue reading Where’s My White Christmas?
