So, I come back to my parents’ house from shopping on December 26th and announce that I have secured for them the Best Anniversary Present ever.

They seem skeptical.

I unveil the treasure.

They express displeasure. Even, perhaps, a small measure of disgust.

Ingrates.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask. “You love candles?!”

They roll their eyes.

The rest of my time at their home, I kept arranging this purple beauty amongst various Christmas-displays to convince them how charming and natural their gift blends into their existing decor. (See pics below.)

They refuse to see the beauty.

When I left for Minneapolis, they insisted I take my big ol’ candle back home with me. I couldn’t fit it within my luggage (not to mention the dangerous possibility of damage to this exquisite beauty!) so I had to leave it in their home. Temporarily. I left it sitting on their bed, so they would be reminded of me.

Soon, I will reclaim this treasure.