Irrespective of its relevance to the true meaning of the Holy Day, a white Christmas has always held a special place in my heart. Unfortunately, the area of the world in which I currently reside - a small village near Sopron, Hungary - also falls into the unpredictable category as far as snowy Christmases go. Though it snows during the winter, the chance of snow at Christmas time is slim. I have lived here for nearly four years and have not experienced a single white Christmas to date. The forecast this year does not bode well for snow either; however, there was some snowfall last week, and consistently cold temperatures have kept it around for the better part of a week, which has been great. The best experience was having snow on the ground during the small Christmas market celebration my village holds every year. Milling about in a wintry landscape around the village church while drinking mulled wine and speaking with neighbours and friends was a truly memorable and wonderful time.
Just like last year, the chance of a white Christmas in this part of the world this season is small, but at least the week before Christmas was white, which was great all the same.