
I've done Christmas markets with a baby who couldn't walk yet. I've done them with a toddler who wanted to walk everywhere, touch every ornament, and eat every gingerbread man in a five-stall radius.
40+ markets across multiple countries later, here's what actually matters when you're doing this with a little one. Not the postcard version. The real one, with a diaper bag on your shoulder and a mug of mulled wine in your hand.
This isn't a "here's why Christmas markets are magical" guide. You already know that's why you're going. This is the stuff nobody tells you until you're standing in the cold figuring it out yourself.