In the night market

On Friday evening I took Little One to the Night Market held at the Deutsche Schule in Fitzroy North. It wasn't well planned out by me to be honest. I didn't see the flyer stickytaped to a pole on Nicholson St until an hour before the festivities began. Little One didn't have her nap that day so by the time we got there she was beyond feral.

The market was pretty awesome. So many amazing crafts. Like seriously, so many. And none of it shit. They also had food. I ate hamburger on a Kaiser roll with sauerkraut and potato salad for dinner (with plenty of tomato sauce) and Little One ate whatever exciting thing she came across. In this case conefuls of popcorn and gingerbread biscuits.

I desperately wanted to do some Christmas shopping but Little One wanted to stay in the playground so I sat and watched and sat and waited for her Daddy to arrive to provide relief while I got a better a look. Though I cursed myself for not taking more money with me.

It was nice to be around Germans again.  To hear that familiar accent, to understand a language. To be around the smells of food cooking that remind me of my Oma.

This was Little One's first time meeting Santa Claus. I told her to say hello and tell him what she wanted for Christmas. "Hello Santa," she said, "for Christmas I want ... a present!" she walked off then returned a few seconds later, "No, Santa, I want TWO presents." She keeps telling us she wants presents for Christmas. I ask her to be specific and she says "toys". Yes, but what kind of toys???

Then she came over to show me what she'd scored from Santa. One of many little packets of Haribo gummy bears. The kind of lollies I ate when I was a kid. Except I remember we could only get them at the continental butcher in Boronia back in the day.

A little cat printed t-shirt by WendyJune; and some wooden birds for the tree.