I don’t think there is a single person left in the western world still unaware that Christmas is around the corner. Cities are blazing with fairy lights, shop windows sparkle with beautiful decorations, Christmas carols are heard in every supermarket and most of you have already been, or will be going to a Christmas party.
One of my favourite things in the festive season are Christmas fairs. I absolutely love them despite them being a bit twee. But it’s Christmas! They should be a bit tacky and sweet like sugar coated gingerbread!
In Britain you will find two types of Christmas fairs: the big commercial ones like Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park, and the little ones organised by local communities, usually set up on a few streets in their area. The little ones are my favourite: music, lights and so many delicious aromas saluting my senses from brightly lit market stalls. I can spend hours strolling between the stalls picking through handmade Christmas decorations, chatting with the craftsmen and stuffing my face with the best street food ever: roast chestnuts, marzipan, artisan cakes and chocolates, Vietnamese street food and hog roast, gorgeous hot chocolate, and so much more. I love the kids at these fairs, hyperactive from an overdose of sugar and slightly overwhelmed with so much going on. So happy and smiley, with sparkling eyes and Christmas-painted faces smeared with icing.
I really hate cold weather so I generally dislike the winter but the last few weeks of December are my favourite in the year. At those fairs I even don’t mind the cold that much. Maybe I just never grew up?