I remember having an Advent wreath from a very early age. We usually got the candles at a Rosary-Altar Society bake sale or something similar. We would cut a few branches from the evergreen bushes that grew around the porch. Dad made a holder out of rabbit cage wire, and we would stand the candles up in it. We would bless it on the first night–Mom would sprinkle some holy water on it. There was always holy water in the house. We had little fonts that hung on the walls of the bedrooms by the light switches. Then we said a blessing prayer. After that the prayer was the same each night for the the first week. Then a different prayer for the second week, and so on. We were more conscientious about lighting it and praying during the first weeks. Sometimes by the time we got to the pink candle, we only lit it once or twice. And the fourth purple candle hardly got burned at all. When we established our own household, Dad made us each a log Advent candle holder (it wasn’t really a wreath). I don’t think, when people eulogized him, that anyone mentioned that he was an Advent candle holder maker.

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