362: Candy Canes ✨🍭
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🍬 Candy Jar
The jar had been on the mantle since the first week of Advent. Clear glass, filled with coarse white crystals like crushed ice, and crowned with a red ribbon that caught the morning light. Inside, a spiral of candy canes leaned outward like a bouquet, their red-and-white stripes gleaming against the pine garland that framed the fireplace.
Sarah adjusted one of the candy canes, nudging it upright. “They keep leaning,” she muttered, not really annoyed. But it was part of the practice to straighten the candy canes, fluff the bow, and check the lights. There was no grand story behind it; it was just part of the yearly decorations. Her son Terence padded in, still in pajamas, clutching a half-built Lego sleigh.
“Can I eat one today?”
She turned. “You already had one yesterday.”
“That was yesterday.”
She raised an eyebrow, then relented. “Fine. Pick one from the back.”
Terence reached in carefully, choosing the least visible cane, and held it up like a prize. “I like the twisty part,” he said, examining the curve. “It looks like a hook for elves.”
Sarah smiled. “Maybe it is.”
The living room smelled faintly of cinnamon and pine. The tree stood proud in the corner, red and gold ornaments catching the glow from the string lights. Presents were stacked neatly beneath, none opened yet. Terence had insisted they wait until Christmas morning, even though the cousins had already torn into theirs.
Outside, frost clung to the edges of the windowpanes. Inside, the jar glowed softly, lit from below by a hidden strand of warm LEDs. Nothing fancy but pretty.
Later that evening, Sarah would refill the jar. Two candy canes gone, one broken, one eaten. She’d straighten the bow again, fluff the pine needles, and make sure the lights still worked.
It was a small thing, but its presence marked the season. Terence curled up on the couch, candy cane in hand, watching the lights blink in slow rhythm. “Do you think the elves like our jar?”
Sarah tucked a blanket around him. “I think they love it.”
