Same here. Although I do sometimes wonder if the memory's 'nostalgia filter' plays tricks. Were the winters really that snow covered and the summers really that

Same here. Although I do sometimes wonder if the memory's 'nostalgia filter' plays tricks. Were the winters really that snow covered and the summers really that endless, when we were wee? I have been saying for a while now that they really should change the lyrics of that festive song to "I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas... " to better reflect expectations.