Christmas Market Candle

Christmas Market - The market square is strung with lights, wooden stalls lined up in neat rows, their roofs dusted with snow. You wander through, breath misting in the cold air, drawn by the scent of ginger biscuits baking fresh at the corner stand. They're warm and spicy, edges crisp and golden, the kind you eat while they're still hot enough to burn your fingers. Nearby, orange peel curls on a vendor's counter, studded with cloves, its bright citrus cutting through the winter chill.

Steam rises from a stall at the centre, where mulled wine simmers in a great copper pot, its deep, spiced aroma mingling with the sweetness of vanilla drifting from candied almonds and roasted chestnuts. The air is thick with it all: warmth and spice, sugar and citrus, the comforting hum of voices and laughter. You clutch your cup close, letting the heat seep into your palms, and breathe in the magic of it: cold nights, glowing lights, and the scent of Christmas all around you.