If you’re on the same travel algorithm as me, you might have seen the fairytale images of Venice at Christmas, snow gently falling over gondolas, Christmas markets glowing with wooden stalls, lush garlands or twinkle lights strung like tinsel across every bridge. It’s a dreamy, sparkling fantasy that looks plucked straight from a European Hallmark film. And it’s completely fake.
Travel planning has become a bit of a minefield lately, thanks to the flood of AI-generated images saturating social media. Cities like Venice (and pretty much everywhere in Italy) are being reimagined with surreal, fantasy aesthetics, but the catch is, they don’t actually exist. These pictures might be beautiful, but they’re quite literally not of this world. And that can make your imagined travels a massive disappointment if you arrive to find a scene nothing like the lies you were sold online.
The truth is, I think the real Venice at Christmas is even more magical than those artificial images suggest. It’s a quieter kind of enchantment, one not made for postcards but revealed in the hush of misty mornings, the glow of flickering candles, and the soft echo of footsteps on rain-slicked stone.
So I’ve put together a personal guide to what Venice is really like at Christmas. The honest details to help you plan your trip with confidence.
Many Venetians have family roots that stretch back generations, but larger parts of the family have moved out of the island in search of better jobs and more affordable housing. However, at Christmastime, it feels like so many people come back home, or to stay with their relatives and the city is filled with a warm, local festive spirit that radiates through the canals.
Early in the morning, we’d be walking around little side streets in the Cannaregio neighbourhood, and we would stumble upon almost pop-up fish markets. Nothing you’d find in a guidebook or even online, this is just for the locals who were all huddled around gathering up fresh fish for their Christmas Eve dinners.
One on random morning, while taking in our coffee walk we even passed by a few kayakers wearing Santa costumes!
Bakeries were choc-o-bloc filled with delicious Christmas treats, and locals would pile into these tiny shops, waiting in long lines for their turn to pick up their orders of giant Panatones. Despite the long lines, they would happily chat away with the bakers, catching up on holiday gossip in quick-paced Italian and always leave by wishing each other a joyful “Buon Natale” or “Buone feste!”
As we took our post-dinner evening stroll along the waterways at night, we loved listening to the Christmas music drifting through open windows and hearing laughter from families and friends celebrating together in the illuminated windows dotting the canal.
Despite everything we’d heard about Venice being overrun with tourists, visiting in winter, during the quiet, low season, felt completely different. Locals were warm and welcoming, happy to have us join in their holiday traditions. Our neighbourhood wine bar, La Bottiglia in San Polo, felt like gathering with friends rather than strangers. On Christmas Eve, they even invited us to join in the celebrations, sharing a few final glasses of wine alongside the stylish locals before everyone headed home to spend the evening with family.
Restaurants, shops, churches, and hotels throughout Venice were all beautifully decorated for Christmas. The decorations felt warm and genuine, never over-the-top or commercial, just enough to remind you that Christmas here is still about tradition, community, and quiet beauty rather than spectacle.
One of the most breathtaking and unexpected Christmas displays in Venice that we found was inside the Church of San Salvador. Stepping through the heavy wooden doors at the front of the nave, we found a shimmering, 2.5-metre-tall sculpture crafted entirely from Murano glass. Funnily enough, it looks like something AI dreamed up, but it was made from the mind and handiwork of Seguso, one of Murano’s most historic glassmakers, whose family has been shaping fire and sand into masterpieces since 1397!
Drawing inspiration from traditional Venetian chandeliers, the glass Christmas tree sparkled with more than 40 lights, transforming coloured glass into a warm, flickering glow that mimics candlelight. The classic red baubles hang alongside three golden spheres, which were made as a nod to Saint Nicholas, the original Babbo Natale and the patron saint of glassmakers.
We stumbled upon this completely by accident while wandering into a small church, proof that exploring Venice’s quiet canals and lesser-known corners is the best way to uncover its hidden Christmas gems. These are the moments made for locals, not advertised to tourists, and that’s exactly what makes them so special.
Going grocery shopping in a foreign country is always one of my favourite things to do, it’s practically the first thing I do whenever I arrive somewhere new. I love wandering the aisles, discovering local products, and picking up a few treats to enjoy back at the hotel. During Christmas in Venice, it’s even more special, with shelves full of seasonal Italian favourites and beautifully wrapped festive foods.
Shopping in Venetian grocery stores like Despar or Coop was such a treat. Many sold ready-made gift boxes filled with beloved Italian Christmas staples; panettone, olive oil, cured salami, Lambrusco wine, and Parmigiano Reggiano, a perfect mix of savoury and sweet, all in one convinient package.
There were also entire aisles dedicated to panettone and pandoro, Italy’s beloved Christmas cakes. Panettone is a rich, buttery bread studded with candied fruit and raisins, while pandoro is its lighter, golden cousin, dusted with powdered sugar to resemble the snowy peaks of the Italian Alps. I couldn’t believe how many varieties there were! Some were filled with pistachio cream, others with chocolate or dried fruit, and every one came in beautifully designed, festive packaging that made it look like a gift in itself. With so many brands and flavours to choose from, it was almost impossible to pick just one.
Not knowing what to expect from Christmas in Venice, a city without forests and where transportation happens mostly by boat, I wasn’t sure if I’d see any Christmas trees at all. But one afternoon, while wandering through our neighbourhood, I stumbled upon the most charming scene: a small gathering of fresh spruce trees piled along the canal, with a man unloading them from a motorboat. Locals soon appeared, cheerfully choosing their favourite trees before loading them onto their own boats or gondolas to take home. Watching Christmas trees being delivered by canal felt like a moment straight out of a storybook, one of the most memorable and uniquely Venetian sights of the entire trip.
Every restaurant we visited showcased incredible seafood dishes, the kind that can only be found in Venice during the colder months. Menus featured creamy risotto di gò (made with goby fish from the lagoon), tender seppie (cuttlefish) in black ink sauce, and delicate scallops served with seasonal vegetables. There’s something wonderfully authentic about the way Venetians celebrate the holidays through food, focusing not on extravagance, but on honest flavours, shared meals, and ingredients that truly reflect the spirit of the season and the rhythm of the lagoon.
Venice is one of those cities where, if you know where to look, you’ll discover some of the most talented artisans in the world. It’s a place where tradition truly lives on, and where artists come to be part of a world that feels beautifully frozen in time. I loved Christmas shopping in the city’s tiny boutiques and tucked-away workshops hidden along quiet, unnamed alleyways. Everywhere I turned, I found exquisite Murano glass Christmas baubles, each one a delicate work of art. Though they were sold throughout the city, they never lost their charm; every piece reflected the heart of Venetian craftsmanship and creativity, a perfect blend of history, beauty, and timeless artistry.
We made sure to attend a Christmas concert at the Teatro Goldoni, and even though the entire performance was in Italian, and I barely understood a word, the spirit of Christmas came through in every note. A few songs were sung in English, but language didn’t matter; the warmth and joy in the theatre were universal. You could tell the locals all knew each other, waving across balconies, blowing kisses, and meeting afterward for drinks to wish one another a heartfelt “Buon Natale.”
One of the most unexpected and heartwarming Christmas touches I saw in Venice came from the city’s garbage collectors. In the days leading up to Christmas Eve, many of them decorated their wheelbarrows and wagons with tinsel, garlands, and ornaments, while some even wore reindeer antlers or Santa hats. It was such a delightful sight, simple, cheerful, and entirely genuine. You could tell this wasn’t done for show or to impress tourists, but purely out of joy and community spirit. It perfectly captured the essence of Christmas in Venice: small, thoughtful gestures that make the city feel alive with warmth and festive charm.
Even the smaller islands, like Burano, were beautifully dressed for Christmas. Wreaths adorned the brightly painted doors, while holly and ivy were draped across windowsills and balconies. The island’s colourful houses, already picture-perfect, looked even more magical with their festive touches, each one adding to the cosy, storybook charm that makes Burano so enchanting during the holidays.
Local florists filled their windows with poinsettias as bright as Santa’s robe, adding splashes of festive red to the city’s winter palette. Even some gondoliers joined in the Christmas spirit, decorating their gondolas with golden bells, Santa hats, and bits of sparkling tinsel. Seeing these small, joyful touches scattered throughout the canals made the whole city feel wrapped in quiet holiday cheer.
We spent Christmas Eve attending Midnight Mass at St. Mark’s Basilica, an experience I’ll never forget. We arrived about 45 minutes early to make sure we’d get a seat, thankfully we did, as the church quickly filled to capacity. Even waiting in line felt magical. Standing in St. Mark’s Square beneath a sky full of stars, the red brick bell tower rising above us, I couldn’t help but feel like I was dreaming. In summer, this piazza is overflowing with tourists, shoulder to shoulder in the heat. But on this peaceful winter night, only a small group of worshippers and quiet onlookers gathered, the vast square hushed and serene, Venice at its most timeless and beautiful.
On the morning we left Venice, just a few days after Christmas, I woke up before sunrise and walked to St. Mark’s Square to see the city one last time. As the first light touched the lagoon and the sun began to warm the Serenissima, the scene felt almost unreal. The square was completely still; with the holiday rush over, locals were easing back into routine, and the waves of tourists and cruise ships had yet to return. For a few fleeting moments, I had St. Mark’s Square entirely to myself.
It was one of those rare, perfect experiences that stay with you forever. In summer, this piazza is packed shoulder to shoulder, but that winter morning, it felt peaceful, sacred even, just me, the water, and the rising sun over this ancient city. Visiting Venice at Christmas was truly one of the most magical experiences of my life, and I wish for everyone to see it this way at least once, a quiet, shining dream suspended in time.
So no, you won’t find gondolas blanketed in snow or markets glowing like something out of a storybook Photoshop tutorial. But what you will find is something far more rare: a Venice that feels quietly alive, rooted in its traditions, and wrapped in the real warmth of community. It’s not about perfect photos, but about small, sincere moments that leave a lasting impression. Christmas in Venice isn’t artificial magic, it’s the kind that sneaks up on you, tucked between foggy canals and flickering lights, waiting to be found.
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