She sits atop our Christmas tree every year and has done so for nearly 30 years. Every once in a while one of our children would offer up a thought that we should dispense with the angel and put a star up there like all the best trees had. Specifically a star that would light up, so as to signify the Star of Bethlehem. The idea has merit, of course, but I wouldn’t trade this angel for a star. No siree. In fact, if you see a lighted star at the top of our Christmas tree in future years, it’s a sure sign that I’ve gone on to glory and am no longer around to supervise.
The angel represents the angels that heralded the good news to the shepherds out abiding in their fields. But that’s not why I keep her up there. No siree.
I keep her up there as a remembrance of the hot glue sacrifice required of my fingers to make her. My friend Sue and I worked on these together back in the day when my Craft-O-Meter was still low, but on the ascendancy. Each layer of her beautiful gown had to be hot-glued to the waist and there was only one way to make sure it stayed where it was supposed to. Fingers, do your duty! Each fresh layer caused fresh pain. But when the angels were done, I felt as if I’d created a masterpiece. She was resplendent in her glory! All those labor pains were worth it.
Her halo is askew, her hair looks a little wild and I’m frankly surprised she’s survived all these years, but each year I’m proud to put her on the top of our tree. She looks over all our Christmas proceedings and if you harken, you can hear what she’s saying:
“Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you. You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”
And then suddenly, you’ll see she is being joined by a multitude, an army of angels praising God and saying:
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, goodwill to men!”
I can still feel the hot glue burning my fingers; I can still hear her singing. It’s all good.
I will probably delete this in the morning, yes siree.
P.S. Sometimes I wonder if her sister angel has survived the years. Only Sue can tell.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Halleluiah!
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Her sister angel was gifted to my mother and eventually ended in the trash because we could no longer dust her off. Yours looks great and I am so glad you are fighting for her. She came at a cost for sure. Lovely piece.
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Dust? I’ve never once dusted this lady!! But she stays in a box most of the year, so I guess that helps. 😆
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