The Massive Candle of Candlemas

I've introduced a new tradition this year.

It's happened once or twice in the past that we've collected up all the half-used tea lights around the place.  The first time I made a life-size model of Anthea Turner.  And the second, Young Keith produced a full-size wax car.
Well those were always very spontaneous, or - to put it another way - unstructured activities.  I think it would be nice if from now on, every Candlemas we gathered together all the odds and ends of tea lights, scented candles, earwax and what have you and created the Candlemas Massive Candle.  This year we've gone for a model of Richard Dawkins.  It's not that we particularly want to burn him in effigy - not again, at any rate.  It's more that, with all that essential oils in the scented candles, we like the idea of the good Professor (retired) giving off the calming odour of sanctity.  We hope that, as the smoke from our Massive Candle drifts off across the fields and down towards the M1, that heathen, Christian, atheists, Beaker People and Couldn't-Care-Lesses of all kinds will chill out, relax, stop shouting at each other and just get on for once.  Maybe some souls will be healed.  We like to think that, deep, down, it's what the Professor likes healing souls.
Next year we'll probably go for St Bride aka Bridget.  We're fond of her, her feast day's round about now, and she appeals to Celts, pagans and Catholics alike.  A bit like Bobby Davro, we suppose.