Last Friday was our annual Candles & Prayers excursion.
It’s actually Lessons & Carols, but way back when we started going, when it was just something we did that year, before it got to be the yearly event involving massive amounts of food as well, before it got to be five years in a row that we did all of this, my friend J could never remember the name, tripped it up, and always referred to it as Candles & Prayers.
Which makes sense, when you think about it. There are candles. There are prayers. (Both spoken and sung.)
It has since also been referred to as Candles in Paris, as my friend HO misheard me when I said Candles & Prayers.
Candles & Prayers, Lessons & Carols, Candles in Paris…whatever. It’s probably my favorite holiday-related tradition I’ve established since moving out to DC.
Other favorite traditions include the Falltacular, Crab Days, Tuesday Night Dinners, Sunday Family Dinners, and shopping at the new Wegman’s.
People have commented to me before that my friends and I seem to do an awful lot of things in the name of “tradition.” I blame J. That girl is always looking for an excuse to throw a party and/or eat food.
Not that I’m against any of that.
All you need to know is that I’ll tell you more about our C&P excursion throughout the week.
And that I cried during the Ave Maria.
It’s not my fault I’m a sap.
Okay maybe it is.
Don’t judge me.