A Christmas in London: lights, laughter, and a dash of home

Ah, Christmas in London! The winter chill here is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, stepping outside is an immediate reminder that the season has truly arrived. As a Jamaican girl who’s used to sunny skies, a plate of gungo rice and peas, four different types of meat and a tall glass of sorrel that has been soaking since last Christmas, this “winter wonderland” thing is new vibe. But let me tell you, it’s a vibe I’m loving- freezing fingers, toes, lips and all.

One of my first big moments of homesickness hit when I was talking to my lecturer during class. I casually mentioned how back home we used to have end-of-year class parties. You know the drill, food, music, laughter. To my surprise, the following week, he walked into class with snacks and a boom box.

Yes, a boom box!

He said, ‘Let’s have our own party, and you be the DJ.’

And just like that, the classroom transformed into a dancehall with reggae music bouncing off the walls. Even the head of our department came by to indulge. We didn’t have the sun, but the joy? That was 100% authentic!

Winter wonderland shenanigans

Speaking of authentic vibes, Winter Wonderland at Hyde Park had me in awe. It was like stepping into another world with lights everywhere, laughter echoing, children running about having the time of their lives and so much to see and do. I went to the circus, screamed my lungs out on a few rides, and even tried the burlesque show (so much sass and so much fun!).

But the real showstopper was the Magic Ice Kingdom. Imagine intricate sculptures that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale, all shimmering in icy glory. It was cold in there too, but you know what? Every second was worth it.

London lights are pure magic

Let’s talk about the lights on Oxford Street. I swear, when I first saw them, I just stood there in awe. I almost froze in place from staring at them for so long. It was like the entire street was draped in diamonds, twinkling and winking at everyone below, while the angels hung beautifully on Regent Street.

And don’t get me started on the colourful lights and impressive Christmas décor across the UK, Covent Garden was my absolute favourite! Scotland too, was pure magic! It felt like every city was celebrating and that I was part of it all.

Blending cultures

Even with all the excitement, I try to hold on to my Jamaican traditions. I planned and organised a potluck with my flat mates, who were from India, Nigeria, Iran, and Pakistan. We all brought something from our respective cultures; my friend from India made biryani, the Nigerian friend jollof rice (I am in love with it!), the Iranian friend contributed a hearty lamb stew and my Pakistani friend brought delicious kebabs.

As for me? I baked a fruit cake (real Jamaican style!). I borrowed my grandmother’s recipe to make pot roast beef, and even attempted to make some sorrel. The reactions of others were priceless, and the consensus was that we must do it again. It was beautiful to share a slice of home while embracing new traditions and flavours from all over the world.

Christmas lessons

This season reminded me of one of my favourite Jamaican proverbs: “One one cocoa full basket.”

Every little moment, whether it’s a boom box party in class, the sparkle of lights, or the warmth of new friendships, adds up to create a Christmas that feels whole, even thousands of miles away from home.

So, here I am, embracing the chill, soaking in the magic, and living my dream. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this season, it’s that Christmas isn’t just about where you are, it’s about the love and joy you carry with you.

And trust me, London gave me plenty of reasons to smile this Christmas.