As mentioned previously, I'm in South Carolina for Christmas. Today was day 3 and has been wonderful fun – I went out on a boat, fishing for the first time in my life, with my future brother-in-law Nick. Great stuff. But the best part was that it was WINDY and I got to wear TROUSERS! O how I had missed them: on day 1 and day 2 I'd been wearing shorts, t-shirt and no shoes, outside.
On Thursday we went out for lunch at a fabulously Southern place, and as we sat down the song White Christmas came on the radio. How am I supposed to deal with that? The true meaning of Christmas is about darkness being invaded by light, and coldness being thawed – we Brits wrap up in a thousand layers all through November and December, knowing that, at Christmas time, our hearts are going to be warmed. We can endure hardships, because there are good things ahead.
These poor, poor South Carolinians. These poor people, with temperatures in the mid-20s all through December, never knowing the value of Christmas – it's hard for them. In Britain we NEED Christmas, and if it wasn't there, we would despair in the dark dankness all around. We need sparkly lights and blazing fires and mulled wine - they don't need those things here. It's tough.
Pity us, cold people.