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Do you remember that night we decided to take a trip into the busy city to explore the wonders of the Christmas market?
The festive strings of fairy lights twinkling in our excited eyes. Rows and rows of wooden-built huts had appeared almost overnight, stretching as far as the end of the street.
It probably would of been less crowded, had we decided to venture down last month rather than the week before Christmas had begun. More fool us, being forced to huddle alone with late comers to the market such as ourselves, all with the hope to experience everything the market had to offer.
We had left early-ish that morning, choosing to take public transport for once, hoping we would avoid the crowds and those silly enough to try and drive in. How silly we were to consider such a notion. The trains were just as rammed as each car park in the city, with every man, woman and child sandwiched into the carriage like sardines in a tin.
Thankfully we were right to leave with plenty of time, as we had now approached the bar, ready to be served, that sat on the corner of the market. I had played it safe an ordered a steaming cup of hot chocolate, presented to myself in a cute wellington boot mug. They were dyed purple, my favourite colour, a small happy little win. You stood beside me and decided to grab a tankard of spiced cider, you even offered me a sip but I was silly, playing it safe and politely declined.
With our purchased drinks in hand, continuing to walk up to getting a better look at the market and the wares on offer. I had bought a few little last minute gifts; a number of scented items including soy wax candles and natural incense and with half a dozen bags of handpicked chocolates. I admit I had also picked up a small wind up ton toy, mainly due to the paint work and my love for rabbits, while your back was turned.
My faux leather handbag was beginning to be weighed down by all my purchases, you were right that morning when you suggested I took a rucksack. I really wished I had listened to you. You had bought a few little trinkets from one of the stalls, while my attention was elsewhere, you claimed they were small token gifts for me. I honestly cannot wait to find out what they are.
We had almost reached the end of the street and the end of the market when we stumbled across the cutest little decoration stall, hidden behind the crowds. And that's when we found the most perfect piece for our Christmas tree. A blown-glass heart made from two intertwined candy canes, dyed white and red. A small crimson bow had been placed to where the top points met and had a waxed cord string for it to be hung by.
In all honesty for the price, maybe we shouldn't of bought it. But it was too beautiful to resist. We bought it home that same evening and immediately hung it on our tiny Christmas tree. I think it is perfect, much the same way I feel about you too.
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