6 December 2005
One of my favorite Christmas traditions growing up was the burning of drip candles. Each child got their own (empty!) bottle of chianti, and each year we’d burn a drip candle on it. Every year the drips would build. Of course, being a boy, I enjoyed this because it involved fire, and of course, being the oldest, my candle had the most build-up of drip (except for Dad’s).
When my wife and I married, we started a candle for her, and this year we celebrate our fifth christmas together.
Here’s our candles.