Let it snow, let it snow, Let It Snow.
Away to see the grand weans, as we won’t be able to at Christmas. And, yes, here in Falkirk the gods have smiled on us and, shortly we will be able to witness the pure joy that a downfall of white fluffy flakes from the sky, brings to the children.
And to us too. Something about it I. Perhaps not so much if you live in Antartica I imagine. But when it is not a constant experience, a white blanket of snow makes it feel as though magic is possible.
We all need a little bit of magic.
And now….snowmen, snow angels, snowball fights and screams of delight are imminent. Wish me luck!