Christmas Markets Poem by DM W

Christmas markets keep tradition alive:
From the waft of grilling beef and mulled wine;
To gleaming gold stars and silver bracelets
From wooden toys to tankards and trinkets;
To fresh flowers, art, crafts and antiques.
They've got whatever it is that you seek.
They're a thriving riot of sounds, colours,
Smells: a wild world of wonders and splendours.
They're an Eden of cheeses, cakes and sweets.
Thousands of bright stalls fill the winter streets!