I'd been hearing about local communities lighting luminaries at the cemetaries on Christmas Eve since before Thanksgiving so I suggested it to my Mom that maybe we add it to our dinner, nativity program and as luck would have it just worked out that everyone got to come. Traditionally we have a candle-lit dinner where my dad would light the first candle and we go around the dinner table lighting each persons light and sharing a gift we give the Savior if he were there... this year lighting the candles at his grave side was kind of like letting him still light the first candle. And while it was cold, and a little bit disorganized, it was still nice to be there to remember him.
Dinner was equally as great, the gifts always touching, and the chance to see the kids act out Luke II just doesn't ever get old. After six weeks of chaos and prep for the holidays, this night just makes it all worth the effort. Stopping to remember the real reason for the season and spending it with family is one of my favorite parts of Christmas. Thanks Mom and Dad for starting it.
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