Twinkling lights shone brightly over the myriad of tinkers' stalls at the Christmas fairs in Budapest and Székesfehérvár. The succulent aroma of langos filled the air, intermingling with the smoky tendrils rising from the roasting chestnuts. Steaming cups of forralt bor warmed our frozen fingers as we watched the children singing, snowflakes lining our eyelashes.
We browsed the stalls, searching for the perfect gifts to bring home to our families. There were potters whose pottery displayed jaunty creativity, artisans whose handcrafted angels and crèches daintily caught the eye, and vineyard keepers, whose wines and liquors spiced up the night. The air shimmered with the excitement of Christmas, leaving behind smiles and laughter, full bellies and love.
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