How to Layer in Winter and stop Freezing
As a child, I would always hope for a white Christmas. I was persuaded by Elvis’ deep and velvety voice that all that was missing from a perfect Christmas day was a winter wonderland. Alas, after waiting for years and years, I gave up hope. The flurries would never arrive on time; but always later, in February or even March if they ever did grace us with their appearance. I held no grudges of course. Like Father Christmas, I stopped believing in a White Christmas a long time ago. It remained a feature solely saved for Christmas films and Dickens’ novels. And so by staying in the realm of the improbable and the fantastical it never lost its charm.