Too much Boy Scout. Not enough reverence.
…they start the meal by musing, “I wonder if I can sneeze the candles out tonight.”
…Big Brother is running out of clever ways to light the match. (Tomorrow we may have to do the Boy Scout flint thing. That could keep him busy for a while).
…they have been picking the wax drippings off the sides of the candles and stacking them around the wick, campfire-style. (Note to self: next year, buy the dripless kind.)
…they are begging to light the fourth candle because “we won’t be eating dinner at home on Sunday night, and we need to use it sometime.”
Here’s where I am seriously glad that Advent is as short as it possibly can be this year!