The enchanting Kamppi Helsinki's Christmas decoration on the E-level and in the atrium from November 30 to January 6. Welcome to fall in love!
Read Enchantment's story below:
The travellers were once again sailing through the skies in their hot air balloon, heading towards new worlds.
Eagerly, they wondered what awaited them next. Yet they had no idea that their supply of fuel was almost gone. Soon, the drifting began to feel unsteady, and the balloon started to lose height as the Candy Cane Kingdom faded behind them.
The travellers were forced to descend sooner than expected, right into the neighbouring realm of the Candy Cane Kingdom. The air was rich with the scent of cinnamon, ginger and freshly baked gingerbread cookies. Neat rows of houses lined the streets, each roof glistening with tiny beads of sugar icing, and even the shutters had a layer of white frosting. The world was brown, yet far from dull – it shimmered with warmth, sweetness and comfort. The Gingerbread Land seemed like a perfect stopover; surely someone here could help.
As the travellers walked on, they noticed tiny footprints scattered across the snowy icing sugar. Around one corner, an elf hat flashed out of sight: of course – elf tracks! The elves, Nutmeg and Whisker, of Gingerbread Land seemed playful and mischievous, and rather hard to catch. One trail of footprints climbed the wall of a gingerbread house and ended in the chimney. That must be Whisker.
“Look, one has climbed onto the roof!” noticed one of the travellers. But when they turned to look again, the elf had vanished – only a faint echo of laughter remained.
They followed the delicious scent that led them to the heart of the village, and to the door of a grand gingerbread house. Just as they were about to knock, the door swung open. Standing there was the Baker. Cheeks dusted with icing sugar and a rolling pin in hand. He sighed deeply. “Oh, thank goodness you’re not Nutmeg and Whisker, the elves. Those rascally ones have just eaten every biscuit fresh from the oven, not even one left! Whatever shall I do?”
The travellers quickly offered their help. As they stepped inside, they found the kitchen wonderfully cosy, with every biscuit cutter neatly arranged. The Baker proudly showed his flower-shaped moulds and demonstrated how to roll the dough to the perfect thickness. The travellers set to work, and after sneaking a small taste or two of the dough, they agreed that it was the finest they had ever had.
While the Baker and the travellers busied themselves with baking, little elves, especially Nutmeg, peered in through the windows and peeked around the doorway. Soon, the entire village was filled with the sweet, toasty aroma of gingerbread that made the air itself seem to shimmer.
Evening slowly settled over the Gingerbread Village. Warm light glowed from every window, and the courtyards smelled of freshly baked gingerbread cookies. The travellers lingered at the Baker’s table, sipping tea and tasting the biscuits, which they had decorated themselves: crisp and perfectly golden. Into their pockets they tucked a few more, a little fuel for the next leg of their journey.
As they gazed upon the beautiful Gingerbread Village, the travellers allowed themselves to sink into the enchantment.