I am still dreaming of a white Christmas… just like the ones in all those feel-good movies and devastatingly catchy Christmas tunes. I can imagine the scenes now; everyone is dressed in their best Fairisle jumpers, looking all smug and cosy, there is always a roaring fire, and smiles all round from those Baileys-spiked hot chocolates… and all the while, the snow falls gently outside. Oh Santa, now that is the Christmas of my dreams! It is the Christmas I once foolishly thought I would be having when I moved to the Northern hemisphere, but here we are… three Christmases in London later and not a single snowflake has fallen in my presence!
So this year, to save me from tears, I decided to take matters into my own hands and improvise with a little help from Harrods, who might as well be the next best thing after Santa anyway! Harrods still couldn’t make it snow but they did manage to shower the UN Ballroom at the Four Seasons Ten Trinity Square with so much festive spirit that even the biggest grinch could be converted. Needless to say, I was giggly with glee as soon as I walked in and saw the opulence and flair that I would expect from a Harrods Christmas!