we’re lousy with angels

My exuberant aunt sent me a Yankee Candle for Christmas, and it was the most fun gift of the day. Why?, you ask. Why was a candle the most fun gift of the day?

Thanks for asking! Now I can tell you all about it. You see, the scent was Sparkling Angel, and according to the label, angels are attracted to the wondrous scent of this candle.

How could I resist? As soon as presents were opened, before I even drank my coffee, I lit the thing. “Watch out,” I said. “Make room for stampeding herds of angels.”

For the record, I’m not sure what angels come in: herds? schools? packs? Maybe choirs?  Whatever, I was certain they’d come. I mean, surely the Yankee Candle Company wouldn’t lie to me! And how could any angel resist this attractive candle?

It smells like…well…I’m not sure. But I am sure what happened at Yankee Candle:

Fred: What does this smell like to you?
Jim: Orchids?
Sally: Ferns?
Fred: Hm. I was thinking pancakes.
Jim: Orchid pancakes?
Sally: Well, it’s white. Call it a christmas theme candle or something.
Fred: What? Yule Tide?
Sally: Say the stupid thing attracts angels. You’ll sell them by the truckload.

The whole day, whenever we walked into the kitchen, one of us would complain about the throngs of angels. Never mind that they’re pure spirits who, for all I know, don’t actually have a sense of smell. They don’t need it, after all! So why would they be attracted to it?

Angel#1: Actually, you know what smell makes me happiest? Pine Sol, because it means Jane actually mopped the floor for once.
Angel#2: And once you’re done with the Pine Sol, I’ve got a deep yearning for the smell of bleach, because the upstairs toilet is disgusting.

After noon, my Patient Husband was making cookies with the kids and I heard him muttering, “I can’t even get near the counter because of all these angels.”

And later, when he nearly did something stupid involving a hot oven and rubber dishwashing gloves, he said, “See? Thank goodness we have all these angels around.”

I said to my father, “How do the candle people know?”

He said, “It’s really simple. Some scents are just more attractive than others. Light the candle and walk away, and if when you come back the kitchen is lousy with angels, you’ll know you’ve got it.”

I know it’s all marketing. I’m thrilled beyond belief with the seven angels who already live here, and I hope they all had a merry Christmas and were having a good laugh along with me at the Yankee Candle Company’s expense.

But for the record, I’m not entirely sure what to say in the Thank You note. “Dear Aunt Exuberant: Thank you so much for the candle. It attracted two choirs of angels, and they stood around warming themselves all afternoon. Love, Philangelus.” She’d probably laugh, but I’m afraid then what she’d send next year.


About philangelus

Mom, freelance writer, novelist, angelphile, Catholic, know-it-all.
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8 Responses to we’re lousy with angels

  1. Diana says:

    You are hilarious. I can’t stand even walking by the Yankee Candle store (p.u!), but now I’m all interested about how this one smells.
    I hope you and yours have a blessed Christmas and a wonderful New Year!

    • philangelus says:

      The stores themselves are positively eye-watering. At the Angeltown Mall, there was a YC store on the lower level and you could smell it from the upper level when you walked past.

      They claim it smells like “he uplifting scent of apples, pine, berries and eucalyptus with a touch of sparkling winter woods.”

      I think “pine” and “winter woods” would be the same thing, no? I can’t smell the apples, can smell some eucalyptus, not really the berries. Sorry.

      Maybe the angels are just deeply puzzled and love a good challenge?
      “Hey, Tanniel? What do you think this smells like?”
      “I dunno — maybe the sparkling scent of winter woods?”
      “What on earth does that mean?”
      “Like I know–I’m a pure spirit who has no sense of smell, remember? I read it on their website.”

  2. sunmumy says:

    This is a great fun story. She must be a whimsical, funny person your aunt.

  3. Liz says:

    This is just what I needed on a night where I’m cowering in bed sick. Thank you for making me laugh and helping me feel a bit better. 🙂

  4. Mathew Paust says:

    Ha! Pine Sol and bleach. I mighta known.

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