Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is summer football...

It is unlikely that even Santa will grant me this wish but I would like nothing better than to wake up on Christmas morning to the warming gift of summer football.

All right, I know this is a well-worn argument and about as palatable as two-day-old turkey leftovers.

However, that does not mean it isn’t one we should be chewing over.

The recent cold snap has once again brought the case for summer football into sharp focus.

It all started for me in recent weeks at a Baltic Brechin with further freezing forays to Dingwall, Cappielow and Dens.

The temperature did rise ever so slightly at Hearts last Tuesday night which unfortunately meant the rain poured down – straight into the uncovered new press box at Tynecastle.

Football is supposed to be part of the entertainment business but asking punters to venture out to watch games when even intrepid adventurer Bear Grylls would decide to stay at home in front of the fire with a mug of cocoa is asking a bit much.

As the thermometer plummeted, how many of you grabbed a chair and went outside to sit in your garden without moving for an hour and a half?

That would be beyond daft, yet we think it is all right to ask fans to sit shivering in the stands at all-seater stadiums and pay well over £20 for the privilege.

It is bad enough for adults but taking kids to games at this time of the year is verging on child cruelty.

This winter has not been nearly as bad as the new ice age of 2010 but it has still been bitter enough for one radio reporter to decide to bring an electric fan heater to the press area at Morton in a futile bid to thaw out.

We have also had games at so-called all-weather pitches postponed and abandoned which highlights the folly of trying to play through the bleak midwinter.

Already, some of the lower league teams are looking at playing fixture catch-up which will mean part-time sides having games midweek and Saturdays to relieve the backlog.

Thankfully, the forecast for this weekend is a positively balmy 10 degrees centigrade or 50 degrees in old money.

That means I will probably only have to wear the four layers and look like a slimmeddown version of the Michelin Man – stop sniggering at the back.

However, I would still like nothing better than to be able to sit watching and working at a game in my shirt-sleeves on a warm summer day – now, are you listening, Santa?

Glebe Park was too cold for our reporter.