December in Canada brings its own kind of magic. Streets glow with Christmas lights, snow crunches underfoot, and every breath feels a little crisper than the last. For many, it’s a season of comfort and cheer—warm drinks, festive markets, and quiet nights spent watching the snowfall outside.
But winter can also sneak in with a chill that’s more than just the weather. The days get shorter, the dark settles in early, and sometimes, you just need something to look forward to. That’s where this list comes in; a mix of cozy towns, wild landscapes, and holiday spirit to remind you that winter doesn’t have to mean staying inside.
December in Quebec City feels like stepping inside a snow globe. Stone buildings glow under string lights, snow gathers on the rooftops, and carolers echo through cobbled lanes in Petit-Champlain. It’s cold, but in a way that makes the hot chocolate taste better.
The German Christmas market takes over the square near City Hall, while Place-Royale turns postcard-perfect under a dusting of snow. Lace up your skates at Place D’Youville or just wander until you find somewhere warm. There’s no wrong way to do winter here, and once the Château Frontenac appears through the flurries, you’ll know exactly why people come back.
Whistler in December means snow-dusted peaks, ski runs that stretch for miles, and alpine villages twinkling under holiday lights. Whether you’re carving down Blackcomb, gliding through old-growth forest on a zipline, or just warming up by a firepit with something mulled in hand, Whistler knows how to do winter right.
Need a break from the slopes? Hit the spas. Most resorts offer heated pools with mountain views, or wander into the Festival of Trees at the Four Seasons where the lobby becomes a glowing forest for a good cause. It’s busy, yes. But up here, even the crowds feel festive.
Ottawa feels especially alive in December. Strings of lights zigzag across the ByWard Market, stalls spill over with crafts and cider, and holiday music drifts from shop doors. Parliament Hill glows at night, casting long reflections over the snow-lined streets.
The Rideau Canal isn’t always ready for skates just yet, but there’s plenty to do while you wait. Warm up in a museum or café, browse winter markets, or take in the views from Major’s Hill Park. Just across the river, Gatineau Park turns quiet and white—perfect for cross-country trails and catching your breath.
Montreal knows how to do December. Christmas markets pop up across the city, serving mulled wine and handmade ornaments beneath strings of warm lights. At Notre-Dame Basilica, the neogothic spires feel even more cinematic against a dark winter sky.
Skaters glide past old stone facades at the Old Port rink, or circle under fairy lights at Esplanade Tranquille. And when the cold bites a little too hard, cafés and wine bars welcome you in—full of fogged-up windows, good music, and something warm in your hands.
Jasper moves at a different pace. The lifts at Marmot Basin are shorter, the slopes quieter, and the dark skies feel impossibly wide once night falls. If you’re here for stargazing, you’ve come to the right place—this is one of the largest dark sky preserves in the world, and the snow only sharpens the stillness.
Cozy cabins and off-grid hideaways dot the forest’s edge, perfect for couples chasing quiet or anyone looking to trade the rush for something slower. It’s not just a smaller Banff—it’s a world of its own, and December suits it.
Charlottetown keeps things classic in December. Think Victorian lights strung along historic streets, cozy storefronts dressed for the season, and community festivals that feel more like tradition than spectacle.
The crowds thin out, but the spirit doesn’t. You’ll find theater performances, local holiday markets, and a slow, coastal pace that makes it easy to breathe again. Snow settles lightly on the red-roofed homes and harbor walkways—just enough to turn the whole town into a postcard.
Toronto doesn’t slow down in December—it glows. The Cavalcade of Lights kicks off the season in Nathan Phillips Square, where skaters loop under spotlights and fireworks crackle overhead. In the Distillery District, the air smells like mulled wine and woodsmoke, and pop-up stalls overflow with gifts and treats from around the world.
This is a city that celebrates winter with energy. Concerts, art shows, late-night eats—it’s all still happening, just with scarves on. And if you’re really leaning into the season, grab tickets to a Leafs game at Scotiabank Arena—because nothing says Toronto winter like a full house roaring at the ice.
Snow crunches underfoot, steam rises from open-air spas, and the trails are alive with skiers carving their way down Blue Mountain’s ridges. December here is the start of peak season, and the whole village leans in—bonfires crackle by the lifts, après spots serve mulled cider, and twinkling lights spill across the slopes.
If skiing’s your thing, the terrain ranges from beginner hills to adrenaline-heavy drops. Prefer your winter with less adrenaline? The mountaintop skating loop is slow, scenic, and perfect for sunset laps. Need a little relaxer? Visit Scandinavian Spa Blue Mountain and enjoy a hot-cold plunge through steam rooms, saunas, and stillness, tucked into the forest like a secret.
Halifax doesn’t always get buried in snow—but it still feels like winter. The salty air sharpens, the harbor glows with light displays, and neighborhoods string up decorations that flicker through the fog. You’ll find the festive spirit in old stone pubs with live music rolling out the door and holiday markets tucked into historic buildings.
The Seaport Market keeps things local with handmade goods and warm bites, while the waterfront twinkles with reflections from ferry boats and fire pits. If you want a December that hums rather than shouts, Halifax delivers.
In winter, Lake Louise transforms into a natural skating rink, framed by mountains and a castle-like hotel that feels pulled from a storybook. Ice bars pop up near the shore, sleigh bells echo down the trails, and the quiet is broken only by skate blades or snow underfoot.
It’s not all fantasy, though. The Fairmont anchors the village in warmth and grandeur, with roaring fireplaces, hot drinks, and picture windows looking out on it all. If you’re after a winter postcard—complete with luxury and a little awe—this is it.
Vancouver wears winter differently. Snow’s rare, but the season still settles in.
Granville Island transforms into a tangle of wreaths and twinkling windows, where carolers sing by the docks and the public market fills with mulled cider and handmade gifts. Out in Surrey and Delta, neighborhoods string up glowing farm displays, and night markets bring together food from across the globe—bao buns, roti, bannock, you name it.
Up on Grouse, you’ll find sleigh rides and reindeer, but down by the seawall, people still walk the water’s edge with coffee in hand, wrapped in fleece. That's just Vancouver—quiet, luminous, and full of small, beautiful surprises.
Winter hits hard in St. John’s—but so does the hospitality. When the wind howls down Duckworth Street and the harbor glows under a pale December sky, there’s no better place to duck into a warm pub. Live music spills from nearly every doorway, and you’ll likely leave with more stories than you came in with.
Quidi Vidi Village—just a short walk from downtown—looks like a postcard this time of year, all snow-dusted wharves and crooked saltbox houses. The holidays bring light displays, small festivals, and a kind of quiet magic that’s hard to put into words.
Mont-Tremblant is winter at full volume—ski runs lit into the evening, sleigh bells on cobblestone, and steam rising from open-air spas. The pedestrian village at the base of the mountain channels an old-world charm, all pastel facades and glowing windows strung with lights.
You don’t need to ski to love it here. Fireworks crackle over the square, parades wind past cafés pouring vin chaud, and the gondola offers sweeping views of snow-draped peaks. After dark, the après scene hums with energy—and maybe a little bit of Québécois mischief.
Dawson City isn’t for everyone. It’s way up north, past where most maps feel relevant, past the chatter and lights of the holidays. But for those who make the trip, December delivers something rare: stillness, starlight, and skies alive with colour.
The aurora dances often this far north, brushing green and violet over the frozen ground. Days are short, nights are endless, and the silence is deep enough to hear your own thoughts. For writers, artists, and anyone nursing big feelings, Dawson holds space for all of it.
You don’t need much. Just boots, a warm coat, and a reason to be still for a while.