London at Christmastime

My love of the holiday season is no secret. I was fortunate to have happy Christmases in my childhood, full of family love and fun traditions. (I know that’s not true for everyone, so I feel especially grateful that this is my experience.) This year, I’m spending the holiday in England, and the lead-up here in London has been wonderful, as I’ve done lots of Christmas-y things.

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland is one of those terrible/wonderful things, a giant carnival in Hyde Park. Liz and I went there a couple weekends ago, and we stayed for the perfect amount of time: long enough to see all the attractions, not long enough to get crushed by the crowds.

Fun fair

Fun fair

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We walked through the fun fair and the crafts market, past the ice rink and the inexplicable haunted house. We had brats and mulled wine, and we listened to a live band speed through a Stevie Wonder medley. All the rides had been done up seasonally, and there was one particularly creepy animatronic Santa who laughed maniacally at the passersby.

Clearly a repurposed animatronic 'come on the ride' caller, but he made for a really creepy Santa

Clearly a repurposed animatronic ‘come on the ride’ caller, but he made for a really creepy Santa

The market part of Winter Wonderland

The market part of Winter Wonderland

Mulled wine with Liz

Mulled wine with Liz

Winter Wonderland 'giant wheel' -- not sure why they don't call them Ferris wheels over here

Winter Wonderland ‘giant wheel’ — not sure why they don’t call them Ferris wheels over here

Oxford Street lights

Oxford Street lights

Lights and Windows on Oxford Street

After we had our mulled wine and share of crowds, we wandered down Oxford Street to admire the lights. Oxford Street is a major shopping district in London, and every year they string lights across the street, and across the side streets, so it’s delightfully lit up everywhere you look as you do your late-night shopping (or any shopping after 3:50, when the sun sets).

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One of the brightly lit side streets

One of the brightly lit side streets

london christmas

We admired the windows at Selfridges, dreamy and colorful, and had an unsuccessful hunt inside for egg nog (they had some unrefrigerated thing that I looked askance at).

Fancy indoors at Selfridges

Fancy indoors at Selfridges

Fancy outside at Selfridges

Fancy outside at Selfridges

Forty Hall by Candlelight

This past weekend, I went up to Forty Hall, a stately home on the very north end of London. My friend Dave directed a group of volunteers in a sort of tour/mobile theater event, so we walked from room to room in this wonderfully restored home and heard stories about the house in 1643, during the English Civil War. It was an interesting mix of tidbits about daily life at the house, and some of the ways the war affected households. We ate mince pies and drank hot spiced cider, and we each walked out with a sprig of rosemary–my favorite herb, and apparently a traditional favor in the 17th century during Christmastime. It’s meant to flower on Christmas Eve, thus the tradition.

Forty Hall

Forty Hall

Craft fair in the park

Craft fair in the park

Neighborhood Christmas market 

The neighborhood park had a Christmas market this Sunday, and although I didn’t buy anything, I enjoyed looking at all the crafts for sale, including those made by my talented friend Natti. More mulled wine and minced pie (notice a theme to celebrations here?) while a brass quartet played at the edges of the gathering and adorable children ran around. And then my favorite part, the carol singing. A small brass and woodwind band decked out in Santa hats got up in the bandstand and led us all in carols.

Mulled wine and mince pies ALL THE TIME PLEASE

Mulled wine and mince pies ALL THE TIME PLEASE

Nat's wonderful wares for sale

Nat’s wonderful wares for sale

Carols with a brass band

Carols with a brass band

The Royal Albert Hall

The Royal Albert Hall

Handel’s Messiah at the Royal Albert Hall

Finally, on Sunday I went to the Royal Albert Hall for a performance of Handel’s Messiah. This is one of my favorite choral works. I’ve sung it in a choir in Michigan, seen it done in a gospel style in Chicago, and now seen it sung by hundreds of people in London. The Hall is a beautiful setting, and even though my seats were “semi-restricted viewing,” I saw most of the choir and orchestra, and anyway the main thing is to hear it. It was a glorious performance: the choir was great, the trumpet for ‘The Trumpet Will Sound’ was perfect, and three out of four soloists were wonderful (the bass sounded like he was gargling marbles, but I find that to often be a problem with basses). I walked back to the bus stop with the sounds of joy and celebration ringing in my ears. I wouldn’t mind ending more weekends like that.

Hundreds of singers for Handel's Messiah

Hundreds of singers for Handel’s Messiah

Beautiful interior of Royal Albert Hall

Beautiful interior of Royal Albert Hall

Happy holidays!

Happy holidays!

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8 thoughts on “London at Christmastime

  1. For the record, my rosemary is blooming right now. And Royal Albert Hall is fab — I heard a concert there this summer. Have wonderful ‘olidays, love!

  2. So good to hear of your holiday fun and see a picture of you and Liz. Wishing you both the best of the season and a wonderful year ahead.

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