Advent candles arrived in our family when our children were young. They came apparently from Germany where children stick them in oranges and call them a christingle (which make me wonder why our Christmas is being taken over by all things German such as German markets, Gluhwein and bratwurst).
Although we are now pensioners and our children are all away and it is just us at home, my husband still loves to have an advent candle. It goes on the kitchen table and we burn it, one day at a time, until Christmas
But perhaps because of our failing memories or because of our untidy house, we couldn't find our candle on December 1st. We had bought a job lot some years ago and we knew that there was at least one left, but it was not to be found anywhere.
Then - it appeared - in an unexpected place - 2 weeks later.
That meant - what joy- it had to be burnt down to the correct day.
16 days worth of burning to be done in one go.
Are men all secret pyromaniacs I wonder? Do they all love playing with candles - trying to get it to burn evenly - turning it round to catch the draft , digging little channels to let the wax escape, etc
Burning the 16 days caused so much pleasure that 17 and almost 18 went by mistake.
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