We watched eagerly as Mom carefully placed the fresh greenery on the table and added the four candles. "These candles represent the four weeks before Christmas she explained. Each of the four Sundays before Christmas we'll light a candle" she explained. We were getting excited at the thought of Christmas. Let the anticipation begin!
Mom would always enlist our help with the decorations. That well used old nativity set and my perennial favorite - the green ceramic Christmas tree. That beautiful little tree with its multi-colored lights could always bring a smile to my face and a warm feeling in my heart.
December meant Saturday and Sunday afternoons filled with heart-warming aromas emanating from our tiny little kitchen. Chocolate and peanut butter fudge, all kinds of cookies, and of course, Mom's annual fruit cake. Dad would deploy our best stainless steel cookware and copper cookware on the stove-top filled with his own special blend of corn syrup and peanuts. The resulting mix was then spread out on the table top marble slab to cool.
Dad's peanut brittle was one of my favorite treats of the Christmas season. I don't know how he made that delicious concoction. Christmas in our house just wouldn't have seemed complete without several cookie tins full of Dad's thick, sticky peanut brittle. And another with some of Mom's chocolate fudge. Christmas eve was cookie day. We'd make dozens of sugar cookies and spread green and red colored sugar on top.
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