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"The Angel Who Lost Her Tree" by Joe DiMino
Celeste was a pretty little angel. Everyone in Heaven loved her. She had the most charming wings, and rainbow halo; however, she had the forgetful habit of loosing things. When put in charge of clouds, a responsible position for all the flowers depended on the rain, she seemed to always misplace a fewdropping them between mountains making for foggy valleys; and even when rain fell from the clouds that Celeste was to oversee, several drops never made their way to the ground to nourish the crops in the fields and fruit trees, and no-one could ever find them no matter how where they looked. But she was still loved, for that is Heavens way. And God often reminded the other angels, that they must care for one another, just as they care for all the children in the world; watching over them as they sleep, and staying close, protecting them throughout the day while at school and later at play. So Gods response to the angels who thought Celeste was not of the highest rank was to give Celeste a very special responsibilityshe would have her own Christmas tree.
Now as you knowor perhaps you dont know so let me briefly explain: Some pine trees are blessed to be very special trees, with the greatest honorthat of becoming a seasons Christmas tree. They had to be just the right height, and grow no taller, for every family had their prayer order. They had to have just the right shape, and holiday greenwith all of winters charming pine-fragrance, ultra frosting for just the right gleam. And that was the dilemmaCeleste had gotten separated from her tree.
As you know, or perhaps dont know, so I will briefly
explainvery briefly, for Christmas is only days away. What
would a tree do without its angel atop? So sad if not one to hear
childrens prayers and wishes; to bless the lights, the silver
tinsel and charming decorationsall made with love, watched
over by Guardians high above. Yes, what would Celestes tree
do if the top were bare, without her angels care? She was
frantic, and searched the forest, thinking perhaps it had not
yet been cut. She tried the many parking lots and corners, where
trees had gatheredalready having been sorted, proudly waiting
to be picked-up by their rightful owners. But Celeste could not
find hers. She began to weepher tears growing cold and changing
to snow. Of course, though Celeste did not know it at the time,
this was good; the children having all wished for snow on Christmas,
and till then there had not fell a single flake; not one snowball
any child was able to make. Soon the entire city was covered in
Christmas-whitewith snow reflecting all the many colored
lights. Celeste grew sadderwhich was good, for her tree
heard her weep; and as everyone knowsor perhaps you dont
know, so I will briefly assure you, that Christmas trees never
sleep. Though you dont see them, they have ears and eyes
way up above; seeing all and hearing all, ready to respond with
love. Eyes of the many angels are seen as a sky of Christmas lights.
Ears are the countless hosts of Heaven, as many as neededalways
listening, at least two hearing every prayer, applauding every
hymn celebrating Christmas nights. We celebrate Christmas nights
as we do the joyful Eves and Days. The earth blessed by God with
never-ending mirth when our greatest worth acknowledged is that
of Jesus holy birth. Celestes tree grew ever greener
and brightertill Celeste could not help but notice such
outpouring of light. Celeste found her tree; and I do believe
it could very well be your tree? A Merry Christmas to alland
to all a good night.
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