Christmas in the Nine Streets with Two Brothers
By Aleksandria Rudenko | Updated 8 November 2026

Christmas in the Nine Streets was Maren and Wes’s idea. They pictured their two boys under the lights strung above the narrow shopping streets. The family moved here from the United States a few years ago, and Milo and his little brother, Rory, still fit on a parent’s arm.
So in the weeks before the holidays, they booked one of my family photoshoots in Amsterdam. I planned a short route from one lit shop window to the next, ending by the water at dusk.
Lights Across the Nine Streets
The Nine Streets are three rows of three small shopping streets between four canals. At this time of year, strings of lights hang across them from house to house, and green garlands frame many doors.

We met on a gray afternoon. Maren wore a long dark coat over a burgundy dress, and Wes a cream knit sweater. The boys had Christmas sweaters of their own: Milo’s cream with reindeer, Rory’s red and white, with a cream pompom hat on top.

Each parent carried a boy as they walked toward me under the lights. A few steps later, by a doorway wrapped in a garland, Maren and Rory burst out laughing at each other. Meanwhile, Milo grinned over his lollipop: the frame at the top of this story.
Santa Lollipops by a Shop Window
Both boys had a Santa lollipop, and Milo took his very seriously. In front of a window full of warm lights, he licked it and stared at me with big eyes. Then he finally turned it around to show me Santa’s face.



Next, I chose a shop window with small Christmas trees along its ledge. For a few seconds, all four of them stood close and looked my way, Rory in a Santa hat by now and Milo in a red knit one.
After that, standing on the ledge between the trees, Rory held out his lollipop to his mother. She leaned in for a taste, and he quickly took it back for himself.


Upside Down on a Christmas Street
A little farther on, Wes sat down on a low window ledge and turned Rory upside down, his Santa hat hanging toward the bricks. Milo laughed out loud, while Maren crouched down beside him.

I had picked this corner because it gave them room to play, and the parents joined in at once. Wes pulled Rory onto his lap and kissed the top of his head. Moments later, he threw Milo up into the air, while Maren held Rory by a Christmas tree.



Against the cold, both boys got a tartan blanket around their shoulders. Milo squeezed his eyes shut over his lollipop, and Rory peeked out from under his pompom hat.
Milo’s own favorite spot was a small lit tree on the corner. He nibbled his lollipop between the branches and gave me a sideways smile.

Then the four of them walked hand in hand down the street toward me. On the second try, they spread out into one long row.


We closed this part with everyone close together. Wes had a red knit hat on now, Milo a Santa hat, and Maren blew the boys a kiss.

Sparklers by the Singel
At dusk, we walked to the Singel, one of the four canals of the area. Lights wound through the trees along the water, and the twin spires of the Krijtberg church rose behind them. Then out came the sparklers.


Milo held his sparkler at arm’s length, and Wes waved his along the railing. Even Rory, safe on his mother’s arm, watched every spark.
On the way back, a lit sign wished everyone a Merry Xmas between dried palm leaves and flowers. By then it was dark, and the four of them stood close together in front of it.

The street had small details of its own by now. A mint-green bike leaned against a wall, with a tiny Santa hat on its saddle.



For the last frame, I looked up. Above the street, a garland of red baubles and a string of lights hung against the blue evening sky. That was their Christmas in the Nine Streets: two brothers, two lollipops and lights wherever they looked.
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