I will always remember this year as the year we inherited the Christmas candles. They belong to Gerald, but they have lived at his Mom’s house. Until now.
I’ve heard murmurings that this is not all of the candles, but I don’t believe it. How can there even be more? If there are more, I don’t have room for them.
I always thought I didn’t want the candles to live at my house. They’re not my style, I thought. But they are very festive. And they’re cute, but partly creepy (I’ve been disagreed with on that last point) and that suits me just fine.
I mean, for reals, check out those two snowmen on the top row in the center. Aren’t they weird?
Nonetheless. They’re mostly cute and Maggie loves them to death. She has unwrapped all the candles that are pictured in plastic.
I love this guy. He seems very old, and old fashioned.
And the little mousie with a real bell! I like him, too.
After I took all these pictures, we found my Christmas candles in a separate box, purchased at Rhinebeck when I went in 2010. I thought the simple pine cone and tree were more my style, but they don’t fit in at all with the others. Oh, well.
I’m sure my mother-in-law was happy to pass these along to us, and I’m happy to have them. Makes decorating easy, that’s for sure!