Candlelight flickered and cast a warm glow inside the old, log house. Dinner was finished hours ago and the remnants were packed away for another day. The children were scrubbed clean, cozy in their pyjamas, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of St. Nick. A candle burnt low, sputtered, and went out. “Maman, you have to find another candle.” The mother, prepared for this eventuality, placed a fresh candle into the delicate, silver holder, to join the flickering lights of the other …
