Hi, Savannah here. It's Christmas Eve! I love this day because so many things surround me that remind me of love, peace, and joy.
For me, this is a time to reflect on traditions and what they mean to me now. Every year, Mom would clear off the dining room buffet and set up a simple centerpiece. It was always there and I didn't pay any attention to it. I was only nine, I was more interested in trying to be a good girl for Santa.
After she died, Dad continued the tradition. He would find a little greenery, buy the bag of mixed nuts at the local Publix and put fresh candles in the arrangement.
The candles would be lit for Christmas eve, Christmas day, New Year's eve, and finally on New Years's Day when we took down all the decorations.
A few years ago, I finally asked him about it. He smiled and said that he had been waiting for me to ask. Each piece is a remembrance of a family member. My grandmother crocheted the beautiful table runner. My grandfather hand turned the wooden bowl. My mother had bought the candle holders for her mother as a Christmas gift.
Now I know why Dad always smiled when he lit the candles.
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