


Old Time Appalachian Christmas Festival in Galax

Old Time Appalachian Christmas Festival in Galax
Main Street glows under a winter sky as dusk settles over Galax. The air smells of cocoa and pine; shopfront lights twinkle while fire pits crackle nearby. Somewhere in the crowd, a tune drifts on the cold air. It’s the Old Time Appalachian Christmas Festival, a new holiday tradition that fills downtown Galax with music and community warmth.
Held each year on the second Saturday in December, the festival stretches from noon to evening, turning downtown Galax into a winter village alive with sound and small-town cheer.

Experience the Old Time Appalachian Christmas Festival
No celebration in Galax feels complete without music. The festival opens at midday with a steady rhythm of seasonal tunes that ripple through Main Street. Fiddlers and singers answer each other across the stage, their melodies echoing the town’s musical roots. As daylight fades, the tempo slows to match the glow of the lights, and families linger to listen. The music isn’t background; it’s the pulse of the day.
Santa, Story Time, and Photo Stops
By mid-afternoon, children have plenty to look forward to. Santa sets up in his festive corner, greeting visitors and posing for photos beside a bright red sleigh and the town’s Christmas tree. Inside Chapters Bookshop, Story Time offers a cozy break from the chill, a place to warm up and hear a holiday story read aloud. Families wander between the petting zoo and the LOVE sign, pausing at the vintage truck for photos that look timeless. Every corner holds another small scene worth remembering.
Heritage Demos and Hand-Made Gifts
Along the sidewalks and under tents, local artisans bring Appalachian traditions to life. A woodcarver shapes an ornament while a weaver works a loom nearby. Wreath-makers wrap fresh greenery that fills the air with the scent of cedar. Tables brim with candles, jams, knitted scarves, and home décor—all crafted with care. Each gift carries a bit of local story, made by people who live the traditions they sell. Visitors find themselves not just shopping, but connecting with the makers who keep old skills alive.

Fire Pits, S’mores, and Hot Cocoa Stations
As afternoon slips toward twilight, the fire pits become gathering spots. Under the lights, people linger by the fire, listening to its crackle and the easy hum of conversation. Vendors serve hot cocoa and sweet treats that melt the chill from the air. The warmth draws friends and strangers together, a quiet reminder that the best moments of the season don’t need much more than a flame, a song, and good company.
Plan Your Trip to Galax’s Appalachian Christmas Festival
Visitors arriving from out of town will find the festival easy to navigate. Parking areas are clearly marked, and the Lynx shuttle runs regular loops between stops throughout the day. It’s a simple ride to Main Street, where volunteers guide guests toward food, crafts, and music. The walkable downtown keeps everything close, so visitors can browse and enjoy without ever moving the car.

A New Tradition with Old Roots
The Old Time Appalachian Christmas Festival may be new, but it already feels like it’s always belonged here. It brings together what Galax does best: music, craftsmanship, and a warm welcome, all under the glow of holiday lights. Locals see it as more than an event—it’s a chance to slow down and gather again on Main Street, just as their grandparents did.
Next December, the fires will be lit again and Main Street will glow with familiar music once more.
Mark your calendar for the second Saturday in December and come experience Christmas the old-time way—right here in Galax.
Wayne Jordan is a Galax-based writer and storyteller. His Scots-Irish ancestors settled in the Blue Ridge Mountains in 1760, and he has deep roots there. The author of four books, Wayne is a retired Senior Editor for WorthPoint Corporation, a long-time columnist for Kovels Antique Trader Magazine, and a contributor to regional newspapers and travel publications. He blogs at BlueRidgeTales.com.




















