To lift directly from Wikipedia (and to fully reference, this was done on Sunday 14.12.2025, at around 5.30pm GMT) the song ‘Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…’ also known as simply, ‘Let it snow…’ is the song written by lyricist Sammy Cahn and composer Jule Styne in July 1945 in Hollywood, California, during a heatwave as Cahn and Styne imagined cooler conditions. The song was first recorded that fall by Vaughn Monroe, released just after Thanksgiving when the Solar year had turned towards winter, and became a hit by Christmas.
The song makes no mention of any holiday. The lyrics include spending time with a loved one during a snowstorm, enjoying a fireplace and popcorn. When the singer has to leave, feelings of love will keep him warm once he is outside in the cold. The song has come to be regarded as a Christmas song worldwide due to its winter theme, and is often played on radio stations during the Christmas and holiday season. It has been covered by multiple artists on Christmas-themed albums.[5] (This paragraph has been copied and pasted, hence the underlines and the number 5)
As many information sources state, the original Cahn, Styne, Monroe ‘Let it snow…’ had the greatest chart success in the various No. 1’s and chart toppers of all different ‘western’ countries, but it is Frank Sinatra’s single vinyl or vinyl single in 1950 and Dean Martin’s album vinyl in 1959 which in 2025 comes over the airwaves of radios and shops from mid November, after the Christmas merchandising has been settled onto the shelves from somewhere back in August.
Whether it was the Sinatra or the Martin version, this writer would not know, but the familiar tune and the familiar words, pleasant and wintry and the world is all in order as another Christmas comes round, the song came over the airwaves of a medium sized shop somewhere along the Newcastle upon Tyne to Carlisle stretch of urban settlement, and which shop it was and where it was is not relevant. The details are neither relevant in the fact that a human walked on a certain street in Edinburgh in the evening of 14.12.2025 where the same human walking the same street 25 years ago, 2000 CE, but the facts of the natural world are relevant because in 2000 CE that street was icy, most of the winter in Edinburgh was around the snow, ice, frost temperature zone, and the same street in 2025 on the same-ish date now has rain in bucket fulls, torrents, streaming down and a zillion tourists from all over the world, all expecting the Scotland of films and romantic legend, but finding only extortionate prices, shoulder to shoulder with only other tourists, and rain running in rivers down the dark cobbled streets. The relevance of ‘Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…’ in 2025 as taken to the natural world is ‘Please let it snow…, please!’ because from 1945, now 80 years ago, to 2025, the fundamental facts of the natural world upon the Earth have not changed and H2O still moves between ice, snow, frost, water, steam according to the temperature scale, but there is now no snow.
In that shop, only one of many hundreds, thousands, up and down the ‘UK’ where the Christmas music plays and most of it several decades old when a human sang with guitar and drums and it had a beginning, middle and end, so whether Sinatra or Martin’s vinyl, Slade, Queen, all the familiar songs fill the airwaves and tell us all is okay, and probably it was roughly speaking until about 10 years ago. Not too much discrepancy between words, goods, facts, cultural traditions, and a distinct possibility of that ‘white Christmas’ which we all know means snow on Christmas Day, such is the cultural magnetic pull of western modern life into making the Big Day perfect in every way. In 2025 where the laws of nature still obey the temperature scale, as they always will, the hope that it might snow will not be to re-create the original song where the loving couple were by the hearth (it was written for a few months later, no one would release a song about snow in high summer because everyone knows it cannot snow in high summer)and the pervading warmth of hearth and love would stay in the human when they went out in the snow, but to really hope that it might snow to show there is still some tiny grain of hope that climate catastrophe is not imminently imminent but still a way off. If it snows over Christmas or in the run up during December, all will be okay. After that, those in the ‘UK’ now complaining about anything below 15′ will resume and the Christmas separate world, separate conditions, separate requirements, will be put back in the box until next November.
In that shop, as in many, a heater now blasts heat out above the door, really blasts it so the humans with sensitive skin get heat irritation as if walking into a dry sauna too fast. In the traditional image of western Christmas, invented not just as Christmas itself was stitched together to create a date and an event, but the merchandising which has happened during the 1900s, there are no intruding facts to alter the traditional happy scene, and regardless of the state of affairs in 2025, the arrival of music, turkey, and the hope that it will be that ‘white Christmas’ stand firm as what Christmas is all about from the 1900s development of the event. If all the goods in the shop were quantified for the logistical impact on that change from snow to errr… rain and lots of it, and the logistical impact of shipping the packaging back to be ‘recycled’ by other countries for a suitable payment, the number of cars now driving into town centres compared to 1945 or the 1950s, and above all the electricity used in lighting shops and lighting Christmas decoration, and that direct and fairly shocking heat of being blasted out over open doorways, how long can we play these Christmas songs using the word ‘snow’ when there is none. ‘Raindrops keep falling on my head’ would be more relevant, sung by this writer forget who now, but it is a song, and Driving home for Christmas through the floods and road diversions would be factually more connected to life in 2025 ‘UK’ than the temporary suspension of reality in the imagery of 1900s.
Of course all shops have to shift as much goods as possible in December, get as many people in through the door as possible, especially with the months afterwards with no major merchandising festival until Easter, apart from Valentine’s of course, but that’s really just chocolate and smaller things, and in the era of government hike’s on business rates and all things hard working, what can a shop do but make it as easy for a customer to enter its portals, and no one wants to talk about the facts of the natural world that humans are under the same fundamental facts as the rest of the living world and water itself. The divergence of human activity from the fundamental facts is complete, the heat blasting over an open doorway is fully believed to go only onto the humans to give them a comfortable experience while shopping, and conveniently does not impact the air around in any way. It’s very strange, isn’t it?