Each Christmas Day, as I've told you, I light the advent candles at our dinner and leave them burning down the rest of the day. There's something so quiet and beautiful about this simple tradition of mine. As this winter day of inner warmth dims into darkness, the candles we've used to anticipate the day are allowed a long, steady death. I love to watch them glimmer in the dusk. It's so hard to blow out the last one, after evening has long come and the great day is done.