When an overtired mom shuttles five overeager kids into a secular discount store on the second day of Advent, this is the result.
That was all they had.
There were no pink or purple tapers to speak of…only vanilla-scented this and brownish boxed sets of that. (I assume they smelled like spice or something, but who decorates with brown at Christmas?!)
One child offered me some magenta tapers which was the closest thing they had to purple. I shook my head firmly and she put them back.
Another came bounding over like a jubilant gazelle. He had found a box of orangish-pink tapers–read: regurgitated salmon–and wondered: Would these do?
I finally found the above-mentioned candles at the end of the aisle and did a little happy dance at their discovery. I did not have time to drive across town to the Catholic bookstore! (My husband, by the way, would add that we have neither the time nor the budget for a trip to the Catholic bookstore. Ever. Can you say impulse purchases?)
A yard of pink ribbon to mark the 3rd Sunday (and to cover up a crack in the wax) and we were good to go.
It’s really not that bad, is it?
Or should I have asked our bishop first?
Ad Jesum per Mariam,