There are no carols carried on the wind here, only the hush of waves and the perfume of saltwater. 

December on Phú Quốc arrives without hurry, bathed in warmth and quiet light. The festive season unfolds beneath a sky brushed with gold, while InterContinental Phu Quoc Long Beach Resort transforms celebration into something slower, more graceful, and deeply attuned to the rhythm of the tropics.

The first evening of the season feels almost cinematic. In the lobby, a Christmas tree shimmers in coral tones and oceanic gold, catching the light as children’s voices rise in song. Melodies from the children’s choir drift through the air, weaving into laughter, the delicate chime of crystals, and the quiet pulse of the sea beyond. For a moment, time seems to hold its breath and everyone with it.

Morning opens gently. At Sora & Umi, coffee mingles with the ocean breeze, and sunlight stretches lazily across the tables. Parents lean in comfortably, speaking softly; a child’s laughter cuts through the stillness like a note of joy. The sea lies still, shimmering with a kind of knowing calm, as if aware that beauty, too, needs silence to bloom.

By noon, warmth fills the resort like a living rhythm. From Mercado, the scent of cinnamon and ginger spills into the air, carrying a trace of nostalgia. Children run barefoot on the sand, leaving little trails that the waves tenderly erase. In the lobby, handwritten letters to Santa,  messy yet hopeful and sincere, fill the letter box with dreams. Adults slow down, surrendering to the gentle pace of the island. Some rest by the pool, book in hand. Others seek refuge in HARNN Heritage Spa, where lemongrass and ginger breathe calm into the skin and stillness is a form of grace.

Then twilight, the hour when the island seems to exhale, arrives. Bonfires spark along the beach, dancers move with the rhythm of drums, and the sea glows as though lit from within. Guests gather, their faces illuminated by firelight. The night becomes a hymn of movement and warmth, a communion between flame and ocean, between strangers turned companions beneath the stars.

The most heartwarming and eagerly awaited moment of the holidays comes on December 24, when families gather by the Oasis Pool. Children with bright eyes and restless excitement hold tightly to their parents’ hands as anticipation fills the air. Then, as if stepping out of a dream, Mr and Mrs. Claus arrive across the sand in their familiar crimson suits, smiling with warmth and joy. They bend to greet each child, lifting them gently, arms filled with gifts for the island’s little dreamers. In that moment, magic feels utterly real.

At LAVA, dinner is art made edible. Candlelight ripples across coral-inspired walls, and each dish arrives like a delicate love letter to the sea. The chefs work quietly, almost reverently, creating flavors that speak of memory, salt, and flame. The world narrows to a table, a shared glance, a moment suspended.

On December 31, the garden transforms into a shimmering landscape of light, welcoming the Tropical Grandeur New Year’s Eve Gala. Beneath the open sky, a lavish buffet of seafood, flame-grilled meats, and exquisite desserts is laid out with care, surrounded by music, artful performances, and applause that rises like the tide. Glasses are refilled, laughter circles the tables, and the night glows with an easy warmth, as if the entire island were holding its breath in celebration.

When the festivities drift upward to INK 360, Phu Quoc’s highest rooftop bar, the rhythm continues between sea and stars. Then the first spark bursts open across the sky, followed by a cascade of colour. Fireworks bloom above the sea, brilliant and fleeting, reflecting in every gaze. In that luminous instant, as one year slips gently into the next, the world feels both magnificent and still. The entire experience is a beauty that glows, then lingers quietly in the heart.

As the colors fade and the night yields to a tender hush, the island becomes quiet. The waves reclaim their beat, carrying whispers of the celebration into the dark. Soon, dawn arrives softly, brushing the sea in strokes of gold. The beach stirs once more, calm and unhurried. Guests cycle leisurely along the resort’s winding paths, basking in the gentle warmth of sunlight as it glazes their skin like honey. Children chase kites into the wind, their laughter mingling with the hush of the tide. The joy lingers, but softer now, already tucked deep into memory.

Every festive season at InterContinental Phu Quoc Long Beach Resort is a story of the heart written in salt and sunlight, held in the warmth of shared moments. The resort’s starfish silhouette is more than a symbol; it is a promise that whoever arrives here will leave with a part of the island still glowing within them, golden as the sea itself.