London at Christmas: A First-Timer’s Crush

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Why three perfectly planned days were enough to leave a permanent mark

This December, our family experienced Christmas in Washington, D.C., New York City, and London—three world capitals putting their very best foot forward in lights, music, food, and moments designed to stir wonder. From the White House to Fifth Avenue to the vaulted grandeur of Royal Albert Hall, each city welcomed our search for beauty and joy with open arms.

I’ve already written at length about Washington and Manhattan. So here, I want to linger in London.

And yes—I know how odd this sounds coming from a Travel Editor—but this was my first-ever London Christmas.

Time was limited, so planning mattered. A lot. And candidly? Those three days delivered pure, uncut Christmas cheer.

We departed late on a Thursday and landed as the sun rose Friday morning—the very day of the concert that had drawn us across the Atlantic. The Kensington Hotel, a jewel box of a property near the Hall, proved to be the quiet hero of the trip. Thanks to advance coordination, they arranged early access—and even provided a temporary room so we could rest while ours was prepared. Those 3½ hours of sleep? Priceless.

When we were finally shown to our room, it was one of the most charming, beautifully appointed stays we’ve enjoyed anywhere—intimate, elegant, and deeply London.

That afternoon, we leaned into tradition with the hotel’s Marie Antoinette Tea, inspired by the nearby Victoria and Albert Museum exhibit. London does tea effortlessly, but this one stood out: savory finger sandwiches, fluffy scones, exquisite sweets, jasmine tea—and yes, a Queen’s Coupe. An opening act worthy of the city.

Then came the evening.

Five thousand voices. One historic hall. Christmas carols lifted beneath the great pipe organ as the Getty Music presented Home for Christmas. It was majestic, reverent, and joy-filled—so much so that we found ourselves dressing with just a bit more intention than we might have at Carnegie Hall. The moment demanded it.

At the post-concert reception, we witnessed the Hall formally honor the Gettys—an accolade reserved for first-time headliners. A quietly historic moment.

Saturday brought the unexpected gift of breakfast with Keith Getty and friends. The brides plotted Fortnum & Mason, Liberty, Piccadilly, and Dior. The guys talked 2026—goals, landmarks, vision.

Then it was off for holiday browsing that somehow felt more intimate than Fifth Avenue, including a Dior jewelry piece valued at $5.2 million—rarely seen in public.

After Tower Bridge photos and a quick pub stop, the evening crescendoed at Gymkhana. Cocktails, small plates, and flavors that rivaled any single culinary experience of the year. There’s a reason it holds two Michelin stars and ranks among the UK’s very best.

And just like that—an early brunch, Heathrow, and home.

Our time in London was brief, but the impression was lasting. On pure Christmas spirit, London rivals New York—yet it carries a quieter, more quaint confidence. Less spectacle. More soul.

All too short. And more than enough reason to return—next time, with the whole family in tow.