Betting on the Candles
We light our candles every night
And then we place a bet
On which will be the last to fade;
We’ve not forgotten yet.
This game goes back to childhood
When my brothers made their picks.
Then when I became a mother,
My two kids were in the mix.
Today, it’s just my husband
And myself who get to choose,
Yet we pay real close attention
Since nobody likes to lose.
Still, as each candle melts away,
Its ending does provoke
A heightened competition
‘Til that final wisp of smoke.
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