It was still drizzling as we drove from the town of Dresden towards the Ore Mountains to a charming village called Seiffen tucked away in the German state of Saxony. Seiffen Christmas wooden toys were known for their tales and traditions and a fairy tale toy story awaited us.  Despite being heavily padded under layers of clothing, the biting December cold was just about getting to me. And then all of a sudden, the sun made an appearance. To me, it was like what the Germans call, “Schwibbogen.”

We stopped by a small hamlet for a cup of coffee. A cluster of houses stood out in the verdure landscape. Carpets of snow lay scattered around. The bare branches of the trees were kissed with snowflakes. But I was drawn towards the quaint homes, particularly the charming windows. Standing there were brightly dressed gaunt wooden men with big moustaches gazing at us.

Then, there were pretty wooden arches that were decorative candle holders.  “That is the Schwibbogen,” explained our guide, Seema Prakash. In the medieval era, the miners would return home in the cold dreary night from the mountains. And it was the sight of a brightly lit Schwibbogen on these windows that cheered them up,” she added. Personally, that was how I felt, as the sun cheered me up too on that wet cold day.

As we headed uphill the sun vanished just as it had appeared. But I was not complaining. It was the Christmas season and the atmosphere looked straight out of a winter wonderland. Seiffen was once the home of miners and it had been bringing cheer to the world every Christmas for over 300 years. Seema told us that these miners became toymakers and every toy they created was synonymous with Christmas and was inspired by their own lives. “The Schwibbogen for instance had images that showed miners gathering together. They probably used to light lamps at the entrance of their mine as an arch during Christmas Eve service,” she explained, adding that Seiffen Christmas wooden toys had become legendary over a while.

The entire village was cloaked in a white blanket. Small houses painted in hues of yellow and orange peeped out through the trees, drenched in snowflakes. For a moment I felt lost in a fairy tale. Seiffen’s origins date back to over 700 years old and the village was always associated with the miners. It was then called Cynsifen referring to the sieves used for washing the iron ore but later on it came to be known as Seifenware, after the Seiffen wooden toys.

The miners started making toys as a hobby, mainly for their children but it soon turned into a profession when the tin and silver deposits declined in the mountains. There was plenty of wood in the area and the miners learnt the craft of turning wood into utensils, which eventually led to creating toys. As the mines were formally closed, one tradition ended, and another began.

At the entrance of the town, one of the men in mustache towered over us. Tall, gaunt, and overbearing, he was the nutcracker, one of the signature toys created by the miners. Designed as grim soldiers, the miners mocked the men of authority by caricaturing them. We pottered around the village which was wrapped in a coat of mist and walked towards the Erzgebirge Toy Museum. And then we were lost in a world of Christmas traditions.

There was music flowing through the rooms as pretty dollhouses beckoned us. The entire museum was filled with pyramids, chandeliers, carousels, candle sticks and stands, horses and wagons–all taking me into a bygone era.  It was a colourful world of the traditional Seiffen Christmas wooden toys. Standing there, I was transported into a cold dreary world of the miners, which was harsh and tough and yet their creative minds, their sense of humour, their dreams and hopes, and their living traditions were translated into a kaleidoscopic world of toys.

In a little corner stood an array of miniatures that showcased pretty vignettes from their lives. Their lifestyle and traditions were all carved inside a little matchbox. I could see their little world in a box– a living room, a family sitting for dinner, the miners walking home in the dark with their lights, a cold dreary night with brightly lit Schwiboggen–it was almost like they had left little details of their life behind in their toys.

I was eventually introduced to the central Christmas figure, the miner himself, designed as a journeyman – a carrier of light called the Knappenfiguren. He was often accompanied by the angel of light standing by the miner. But my favourite was the smoking man, called Rauchermann who smoked his pipe casually. I could see the many faces of the smoking man–from being a traditional gentleman, a rounded snowman to the stylish lad on a bike oozing attitude. There was also a female version – a hip grandmother comfortably indulging in her pastime. In another corner were the replica of the miner’s parlour and even a small farmhouse tucked away in a snow-capped landscape.

We were invited by the craftsmen who worked in the museum, to try our hand in crafting and assembling toys. I created a snowman who was straight out of a wonderland and he looked stylish with a scarf and a pipe. He was the Christmas version of the smoking man himself. I was given pens and paints and I could design him the way I wanted. I dressed him in white with a red hat and then I lit him up so that he could be warm and smoke in peace.

As I left the museum, the bells from the 18th-century church beckoned us. Lit up with lanterns and candles, it was probably another vignette from the life of miners, for who, light and warmth were important symbols, given that their world underground was always dark and dreary. I walked around aimlessly as the village was lit up and the town came alive with its musical toys.

I warmed myself with a glass of gluhwein, a Christmas tradition of drinking mulled wine, and watched the stars slowly emerge out of a cloudy sky. And I lost myself to a world of nutcrackers and smoking men gazing at me from the street. Finally, I bid goodbye to Seiffen, while the angel of light blessed us and the miner, the journeyman, walked away with a lantern.