My Christmas spirit recuperated enough from the Secret Santa Trauma for me to tackle this year’s Advent wreath.
Tomorrow evening the whole family will gather. We will make some fragrant winter tea, eat some cookies, listen to Christmas music and light the first candle. There might be a story read out loud. My younger daughter will play something on the piano and the elder will sing something. This will be repeated on each of the following three Sundays with the only difference being the number of candles lit. It’s one Austrian tradition that I love and have fully assimilated. Christmas wouldn’t be the same without it.