Bah-Humbug! It's needless to say that Christmas is my least favourite holiday. For me Christmas Day is filled with incessant TV watching and being bored witless. And I think I resent the fact that I have to waste valuable holiday doing that.
Admittedly from a child's eye, Christmas can be magical. Receiving presents from a fat bearded fellow dressed in red, who rides a carriage pulled by flying reindeers to deliver toys, does sound pretty amazing. But for me it is a dull day, with the saving grace of a food coma, from stuffing my face with Roast Turkey & Brussel Sprouts.
The one thing I do like are the Christmas Markets. There is something mysterious and magical about them. They always turn up in these wooden huts from 1st Dec to just before Christmas selling all sorts of arts and crafts. But where do they come from and where do they go once the holiday season has ended?
Work has me travelling to Wroclaw, Poland this week. Poland isn't really a place you would think of going to for a Christmas Market, but it is here, in the middle of Wroclaw's Market Square. It's not your traditional German Christmas Market. Gluwein for a start is missing. But it does provide some warmth about the festive season approaching.
I was hoping to find my Secret Santa present at this market today, for which I have a limit of £5 to spend on a gift. But unfortunately I have come away empty handed. Everything is £15 plus. I think I am just going to have to be creative this year.
I hope you all have better luck in finding gifts for people.
Merry Christmas.
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