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The Christmas Angel
Pure white cotton falls gently from the sky down to earth and melts on Angels tongue.
The crisp chill of the Christmas air fills her senses with wonder and excitement.
Only two more sleeps till the magic hour, Only a couple more days of delightful anticipation of Christmas day.
This is indeed her favorite time of year, the one time that she is most needed by others.
Walking down the slushy streets and staring at the people hustling down the street packages over flowing, she enjoys the smiles that flourish on their faces.
Children with their eyes all a glow with wonder at the lighted store front window with their small noses pressed up against the cold glass dreaming in wonder of the sea of toys before them.
Only two more sleeps till Santa will bring upon them the joy of Christmas morning and the ton of presents under the decorated tree.
Continuing on this walk observing the festive season in the faces of the strangers before her Angel comes upon a small café.
A lonely woman stares at her reflection in the cup of coffee before her.
Noticing no presents before her feet, no joy upon her face, no merry in the depths of her eyes Angel walks into the café.
A single tear falls down the womans face and a kleenex is then passed to her.
A weary smile forms slowly as she tells the lovely woman sitting across from her coffee, it’s been one year since she lost her love.
Looking down at the kleenex she tells her that there is no reason to celebrate this year, no family, no friends, and a strange new city leaving her all alone.
Looking back up at the person whom handed her that kleenex the woman sees nothing.
Only a plane ticket one way, in her name, back home, back to all she had ever known and tried to run from.
Searching the crowd in amazement the woman never finds the caring person whom gave her this generous gift.
Watching the lonely woman burst with joy, Angel smiles at her work and stares into the sky above.
With a wink to the heavens she continues down the snowy streets, watching, waiting for the time she’s sent again to answer another prayer we have made to God.
DPS
12-99
