The last time that we had a white Christmas, was in Norway, eighteen years ago - where Clare got her first ever ski lesson from our friend Dave! While there was snow on the ground in the morning, a heavy rain shower convinced us to postpone our departure for the slopes and the hotel bar provided some morning indoor sports after breakfast.
The clouds then cleared from the valley and we set off up on to the mountainside.
We made a journey over to our favourite slopes, then stopped for an early break to chat with the family.
We took our Christmas lunch (cheese baguettes of course!), on the Swiss/French border in a complete whiteout. We took shelter under a hut as the snow became heavier. For a while, there was another clearing, so we carried on down into Morgins in Switzerland on fresh snow.
Where we met Father Christmas!...
We could see the next dark clouds arriving up the valley and they were clearly bringing more snow with them. As fast as we could we skied back to the border, where a mountain hut cafe would provide some indoor shelter and warmth.
Hot Chocolate and fries were the order of the day, which we enjoyed while both drying out and warming up as the storm raged outside.
Once rested, the weather cleared again and there was a mass exodus from the warmth to ski on the fresh centimetres of snow that the storm had deposited.
The light was beautiful as we skied around on the fresh surface, putting in tracks wherever we went.
Eventually, we made it back down to Chatel, where apres ski drinks and snacks were being served in the Hotel Bar.
It's certainly been a different Christmas day for us, but our tradition of an unusual Christmas Dinner happily continued, with Wild Boar being served! Excellent!
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