Ribbon Candy

Every December 1st, my mother would dutifully dig around in the drawers of our dining room hutch and pulled out her silver-plated candy dishes. Then she filled all of them with sticky colorful ribbon candy. It was her way to mark the calendar's final month, one sweet morsel at a time.

I grew to love this brittle bended treat, although I don't remember being allowed to eat much of it. The ribbon candy was clearly for decoration. If my sweet tooth was aching, my mother gave me a candy cane. But the almighty ribbon candy was eye candy, dressed to the nines, as it were, in its fancy silver-plated bowls.

I miss my Mom. On Mondays and every other day.

“Candy is natures way of making up for Mondays." - Anonymous