A White Christmas

My eyes blinked open as I realised that I was too hot.
The room was pitch black and S was draped over me like a blanket.
I kicked my leg out of the actual blanket in search of cool air and as I stirred S planted a gentle kiss on the side of my head “Merry Christmas darling” he slurred through sleepy lips.

It was Christmas morning and as I reached for my phone to see what the time was (and instantly regretted not turning the brightness down the previous night) I saw that it was only 7am and I couldn’t believe it.
“Sam. It’s 7o’clock and Syd hasn’t tried to wake us yet!” I exclaimed.

Now to those reading this who have no idea who Syd is, she is Sam’s younger sister.
Who, despite being an adult, still has that childish joy come Christmas Day.
Which I can totally get on board with… After 9am.

No sooner had I said those words to S did I immediately regret them.
Eager footsteps came bounding towards our room.
I turned to S in disbelief “There’s no way she heard that!”
“Quick, pretend to be asleep” came his response.
I flipped over and faced away from the door so I could hide my face (because I am a terrible actress) and a few seconds after I did so our door creaked open.
“Sam. Amy. Are you awake?”
At this point S began to fake snore and just as the door was closing to leave us to rest my giggles got the better of me.

Turns out Syd had been up since 5am but (for once) had decided not to wake us so early!
S and I clambered out of bed and shuffled our sleepy feet into Sam’s parent’s room where we all sat cross-legged on the bed and had a mini Christmas day morning together. We had already had our Christmas day before we left for holiday but Sam’s mum being the cutie she is, had smuggled more presents onto the plane for us.

After opening our pressies we all shuffled down the stairs where our chalet host, Imogen, greeted us with bucks fizz in hand. We all settled down to scrambled eggs and salmon on toast before S and I ran up the stairs to slip into our salopettes so we could hit the slopes!

I’ve always dreamed of having a White Christmas. It’s been on my bucket list forever. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s that snow is the epitome of winter and every movie ever shows magical lights that twinkle against navy blue skies and a pure white ground, but whatever the reason, this year I finally got to experience it!

We were in La Plagne from the 19th to the 26th of December, and because the days were so warm (curse that sun melting all of the snow!) and the nights were so cold, the conditions were rather icy.

We figured our best bet was to head higher and so we clambered in a gondola and made our way over to La Grande Rochette and Roche De Mio where the conditions were significantly better and the views spoke for themselves!

We glided around the mountains for 4 hours before I started to get Hangrrry and so we decided to make our way back to Belle Plagne to get a Christmas bite to eat.

After spotting Santa

And taking a quick selfie

I remembered that I had Maoam and Curly Wurlys in my backpack, so we pulled up a patch of mountain to have a little snack whilst we took in the views.

We eventually made it back and wandered into the centre where we had ourselves a “traditional” Christmas lunch.

Yano. The thin-based, cheese-covered traditional kind.
Because is there anything better than pizza after a day on the slopes?
(That question was rhetorical because obviously the answer is no).

It was bizarre to be able to explore the little villages dotted around the resort.
Usually when we go on winter holidays we’re out from the moments the lifts open to the moment they close and so we miss out on sun-soaked afternoon walks. But this was different, because we were back at the chalet before two we had the whole afternoon to explore.

Food stands, ski-hire shops, unique personality filled bars and incredible views surround you and whilst there isn’t much to physically explore, being amongst it is enough. Aaaaand if you head down to Plagne Centre there is a totally babin’ little bakery which is definitely worth the little (free) ten minute bus ride alone.

After realising that when the sun goes in it’s actually really rather freezing, we made our way back to the chalet for a little nap before Christmas dinner.

It’s an odd feeling to have Christmas dinner at night.
Us Brits are so accustomed to having Christmas dinner at lunch time and then spending the rest of the day on the sofa, because we’re gluttonous pigs when faced with roast potatoes and so we eat so many that the rest of the day is a total write-off, so to have dinner in the evening felt foreign and very very… Sensible!

It’s the second Christmas that S and I have spent abroad.
Our first was in Thailand, and now our second in France, and whilst I absolutely adored this holiday and having the opportunity to experience a white Christmas, I think next year I’ll cook and book myself a date with an extra large bowl of roast potatoes.

Because over the holidays?
There really is no place like home.

So darling blog-readers, what about you?
Any of you ever experienced a white Christmas?
Where’s your favourite place to spend the holidays!?


  1. Looks like a dream Amy, your pics are stunning! I know what you mean about a white christmas, it’s been a long time since we had a proper one in the UK! Plus you’ve got me craving for some skiing!!
    Happy new year x

    • Thank-you!
      Yeah I know – to be fair i don’t think i’ve ever had a White Christmas day in England, the snow always came around the end of December / Beginning of January. You should definitely hit the slopes! Be a nice change from that Bangkok heat! Hope you had a lovely new year xo

  2. I have never been skiing before and certainly not at Christmas time so I really enjoyed this post! There’s definitely something stunning about a white Christmas, although I didn’t manage to get one the entire seven years I lived in the UK! 🙂

  3. What a delicious way to celebrate Christmas!

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