There were a couple of frosty days recently, in amongst more rainy ones than any of us can tolerate. Today the fields and ditches around us are spilling brown lakes across the roads.
We have already visited our folks, and are now cocooning into the Airstream for a couple of days of quiet indulgence. There's an animated version of A Christmas Carol on the television, reminding me that I recently learned that there were several years of white Christmases when Charles Dickens was young, and it is likely that his brilliant and loved stories are responsible for our expectations of a white Christmas. Even though we all know how rare they are for us in England. I don't expect anyone will be writing songs about a Brown Christmas, or dreaming of one.
Happy festivities, and joy in each lengthening day, for we are past the shortest one.