Seasonal Greetings

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Look outside, it’s snowing. Really, it’s snowing. Now this may sound weird but snow drives me crazy. Yup after the first few snow spells, the excitement drifts out and the boredom flows in.

I’ve never admitted it before, but when someone in school walked up to me with a red face saying: ‘I just saw the cutest thing this morning, little bird prints in snow…’ poor thing, she’s only met me a few months ago, and she had to see the bad side of me. Aah well.

I am currently situated in the middle of Halifax – no not the bank. In 17 years it has been the first time that I have seen snow on my birthday. And I can’t say I enjoyed it. The alarm goes off at 8’oclock in the morning and I turn it off, and snuggle back into the blanket. At 9:30 am, my little brother comes into my room carrying a tray, with a glass of orange dilute, a vase with two yellow flowers and a plate with two pieces of toast. These are his real words: ‘surprise! Look I’ve made you breakfast-in-bed; you are going to love this.’ Being the older sister of an 11-year old brother, I smiled and accepted with a hug. But then I saw the toast, by the looks of it the bread had not touched the toaster; it was as white as the snow outside. And then there was margarine spread clumsily on the centre of the bread, I wanted to comment on the fact that the thickness of the margarine was almost 1 inch in the centre, and 0.3 mm everywhere else. If this wasn’t a bad enough start, he started to put happy-birthday songs on the laptop.

It was one of those moments when you don’t know what to do, shall I start dancing to the songs, or shall I follow the convention and chuck my brother out of my room. Unfortunately, growing older makes you a nicer person, so I and my brother started dancing to a range of happy-birthday songs of different genres, – brilliant.

After this (extremely exhausting) event, I was greeted by my wonderful family; I was just dreading the aftermath. The only thing a 17-year old girl wants on her birthday is a shopping spree. But once again the snow delayed the only thing that could improve my day.

So Jack Frost, I am waiting in my garden with a plank of wood with 3 very large nails poking through. If you dare make it snow again, your legend will end. I swear I am waiting for you, I’m gonna get you when you least expect it.  He who dares ruin my birthday will die!!!!!!!