Probably my favorite part of Christmas is the candle light, despite my sordid history with Christmas Eve Candles. Oh, sure--we have candles throughout our house year round. On particularly tiring days, we have them burning all night long. (I'd like to publicly thank God for not allowing our house to burn down at the hands of my own stupidity.) But, candlelight at Christmas? There's nothing like it.
We had candles growing up as well. In fact, we had a candle much like this when I was little.
My own momma, however, would never light it. She wanted it save it and thought the burning of the candle would melt the snowman, much in the same way a snowman, um ... well, melts.
One day, however, I found myself alone in the kitchen. On the bookshelves that separated the kitchen and the living room sat the little snowman. On the dishwasher sat my dad's pipe lighter. Quick as snowman melts in Florida, I hatched a plan.
I would take my dad's lighter and light the candle then blow it out. No one would ever know providing they didn't walk in on me and they didn't notice the burned wick and they didn't smell the burning candle. It was a fool-proof plan, right?
I snagged the lighter and climbed up on the back of the couch leading to the book shelf and pulled the candle to me. I flicked the lighter, and I'll be darned if that sucker didn't light right up. In response to my surprise, I dropped the lighter. Luckily, it extinguished before landing on the back of the couch. (Again, I'd like to publicly thank God for not letting our house burn down as I was growing up.)
I have never been a quitter, though, so I grabbed up the lighter and flicked the Bic yet again. (It was actually a Zippo, but I don't remember that catch phrase. I guess marketing wasn't Zippo's strength, huh?) This time when the flame shot from the lighter, I held tight. Maybe too tight because I burned my thumb nail.
At this point, I had to have been wondering if lighting the candle was worth it. (As an adult, I wonder where my parents were.)
Third time, as y'all know, is a charm, and when my thumbnail was sufficiently extinguished, I attempted to light the candle yet again. What do ya know? It worked. It sputtered just a short moment, then the flame took hold and the candle was burning. But, like my own momma, I didn't want the snowman to melt, so I blew it out in that same instant.
I don't know what happened to the snowman candle of my youth, but I do know snowmen candles still exits--and not just in the hearts of young Christmas-loving' pyromaniacs, either.
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