Lights run around the bottom of her skirt, illuminating her from within. In her hands she holds two wee, tiny candles. I bought her for the first Christmas tree the Saint and I ever decorated together. The year we were ENGAGED. As in the year before we were MARRIED. For twenty three Christmases she graced the top of the tree.
I even COMMENTED to the Saint how AMAZING it is that year after year she continues to light the top of our tree!
You do see where this is going don't you? Yes my friends that's correct. I threw the switch and ...nothing. Oh the rest of the lights on the tree sparkled and shone, but not the angel. With a gasp she was snatched from the top of tree and I urged the Saint to find her replacement bulbs and get her back up and glowing STAT.
He turned her over and this is what he found. HOLES melted through the plastic in four places! Not to mention a large mass of tangled wires that I suppose did not raise safety concerns twenty some years ago.
Yes, it seems she's had it in for us for quite some time. Apparently she could have caused any one of the trees of Christmas Past to go up like a roman candle on the 4th of July.
The Saint simply shook his head and said "I guess she resented having a stick up her ass all theses years."
I guess she did.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
We had it coming
When we were decorating the tree on Saturday, one of the last things to be added was the angel on top. That is the TRADITION. She is always the last decoration added to the tree. She gets put atop the tree, plugged into the rest of the lights, a switch is thrown and she shines forth in all her majestic glory