Advent Challenge 2012 Day Twelve: Not this year...
My granddad used to march with the brass band. He played the trombone. I used to love listening to him with everyone else, cuddled up in mum's arms when I was younger. In those days, a white Christmas was a given. Children used to run around building snowmen and throwing snowballs. The lights sparkled on the big natural tree in the square, and it just looked magical. We went to watch the band, and granddad every year, but not this one. I don't think I could face it this time...