This year, my Christmas village quietly got out of hand… in the most magical way possible.
What started as a small, charming setup has grown into a fully realized Dickensian town, bustling with light, character, and history. I’ve now filled it with almost 40 Department 56 houses from the Dickens’ Village collection, and honestly, seeing it all lit up feels like stepping straight into a storybook.
And I didn’t do it alone. My husband not only supported this slightly obsessive little dream, he jumped right in and helped me make it happen.
Building a Tiny Dickensian World
There’s something special about the Dickens’ Village line. The old brick facades, crooked chimneys, gas lamps, and shop signs all feel like they’ve been plucked straight from the pages of A Christmas Carol. Every time I add a new building, I imagine the little lives inside it: bakers up before dawn, carolers rehearsing in the cold, families gathering by the fire.
This year I wanted the display to feel like an actual town—with neighborhoods, elevation, and a sense of movement—not just a few houses placed on a flat surface. That’s what kicked off The Great Expansion.
By the time I finished collecting, I had almost 40 houses: shops, homes, churches, and other little corners of Victorian Christmas charm. It’s not just a display now, it’s a whole miniature world.
Deal Hunting: Turning a Pricey Hobby into a Treasure Hunt
If you know Department 56, you know these pieces can get expensive really fast. But part of the fun this year was turning the collecting itself into a treasure hunt.
On average, I ended up paying about $13 per house, which still blows my mind.
A huge part of that came from discovering the shopgoodwill site, where people donate all kinds of things, including, apparently, a surprising number of Department 56 pieces. Browsing that site became a cozy little nightly ritual: scroll through lots, zoom in on photos, cross my fingers the light cords were still included, and put in careful bids.
Then there was the vintage antique market we visited, which turned out to be an absolute goldmine. Imagine table after table of old Christmas decor, shelves stacked with retired village houses, and the thrill of spotting that familiar Department 56 logo in a sea of boxes.
And here’s where my husband comes in.
A Husband on a Mission
My husband could’ve easily rolled his eyes at my growing “tiny town problem,” but instead he became my partner in village-building.
At the antique market, he was the one spotting boxes before I did.
“Hey, isn’t this one of those Dickens houses you like?”
“Did you check this shelf?”
“Wait, there are more over here!”
He dug through stacks, compared prices, and actually got excited when we found a great deal. It wasn’t just about buying houses, it was about doing it together.
Handcrafted Mountains and Holiday Engineering
Once I had all these houses, I realized something important: a Dickensian village needs more than just a flat base. It needs depth and layers.
So I decided to make my own mountains.
I got crafty, stacking materials to create tiers, shaping them into slopes and cliffs, and then covering them to blend in with snow and scenery. The goal was to create little terraces where houses could sit at different heights, like they were built into old cobblestone hills.
Suddenly the whole village came alive.
A church steeple rose above the rooftops.
Houses perched on “hillsides” looked like they overlooked the town square.
Bridges and paths felt like they actually led somewhere.
These handmade mountains transformed it from “a collection of houses” into a proper Victorian landscape.
Why This Village Means So Much to Me
It’s easy to say, “It’s just Christmas decor,” but this village has turned into so much more than that.
It’s a creative outlet: choosing pieces, arranging scenes, crafting mountains, this is my little canvas.
It’s a nostalgic comfort: warm lights glowing in tiny windows remind me of why I love this season so much. And most importantly, the joy of creating my own little tiny village.
Every time I walk past the display and see the soft glow from 40 little homes, I don’t just see buildings. I see all the places we went, the deals we found, the laughter in antique aisles, and the evenings spent arranging and rearranging until everything felt just right.
This updated and expanded Christmas village is my own tiny Dickensian town, but it’s also a love letter to the holidays, to creativity, and to the partner who said, “If this makes you happy, let’s make it amazing.”
And together, we did.