Ever since I was little, Christmas has felt like the one time of year when everything sparkled—literally. I remember sitting cross-legged on the carpet while Mum gently unwrapped our favorite decorations from tissue paper, each one telling a tiny story. But it wasn’t until we discovered Merry Christmas New Zealand that I realized how much more magical the holidays could feel, even from a kid’s perspective.
The first product I fell in love with was this miniature musical carousel. It wasn’t just the way it spun or the little lights twinkling like stars—it was how it made the whole room feel like it had a heartbeat. I would sneak out of bed just to watch it for a few more seconds before falling asleep. Unlike other decorations that felt delicate or “for adults only,” this one felt like it was meant for me, like it understood the excitement bubbling in my chest every December.
We’ve since added more pieces to our collection—each one carefully chosen (and approved by me, of course). The details are always so thoughtful. There’s this one scene with tiny figurines ice-skating in a loop, and every time I turn it on, it’s like opening a tiny snow globe world I wish I could step into. The movement, the light, the sound—nothing about it feels fake or plastic-y. It’s all so warm and alive.
Last Christmas, Mum surprised me with a piece I’d been hinting about for weeks. It had this soft, golden glow and even played a medley of songs (including my favorite, O Holy Night). I think I cried a little, not because of the gift itself, but because it felt like someone had bottled up the feeling of family, warmth, and quiet joy—and gave it to me. That’s what Merry Christmas NZ means to me now: not just decorations, but emotions you can hold in your hands.
I’ve also started helping Mum with setting up the decorations—something I used to think was boring grown-up work. But now, I love arranging each little piece in the perfect spot, imagining stories about the characters, or guessing which song will play next. It’s become our thing, and it makes our living room feel not just festive, but special in a way that’s hard to describe unless you’ve experienced it.
Even my friends notice when they come over. They always ask, “Where did you get that?” like we’ve somehow managed to find the North Pole’s secret supplier. I proudly tell them about Merry Christmas New Zealand, and sometimes we just sit in front of the spinning tree scene, sipping hot chocolate and humming along to the music like little old ladies.
Now that I’m a bit older, I’ve started keeping a list of the pieces I’d want to take with me when I grow up and have my own home. Not because I want to copy everything Mum does (although, okay, maybe I do a little), but because these products are already part of my story. They’re the background music to our family’s laughter, the glow in our late-night wrapping sessions, and the sparkle in my holiday memories.
So yeah, I’m just a girl who loves Christmas—but not just any kind. I love the kind where tiny lights dance on the walls, music plays from miniature houses, and everything feels a little softer, a little closer, a little more real. I love the kind that only Merry Christmas New Zealand seems to understand.