On Christmas Eve we light all the candles -- the ones in the Advent wreath, the ones in the sconces on the living room wall, the green one we've lit every Christmas Eve since we were married. This is our 30th Christmas together -- and the candle, one of those tall, pillar types -- hasn't burned even halfway down yet. As the love of my life put it, we'd better live a really long time or that candle will go to waste.
We got the idea from my parents, who would light a small, green candle at 6 p.m. every Christmas Eve, then blow it out moments later lest it disappear altogether. There was still a scrap of it left the Christmas before my dad died.
I hope we do live a long time, not only to watch our candle gradually disappear but to keep on growing, keep on experiencing new things, keep on sharing our traditions with our family.
And I hope tomorrow brings, to all of you who celebrate Christmas, the simple joy of being with the people you love.
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