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DIME STORE ANGEL
It was just a Christmas
Angel, that my Mom put on our tree.
She bought it at a five
and dime, when I was only three.
Each year we'd trim our
Christmas tree, with lights and ornaments.
Then Mom would always
tell me, what the Angel represents.
The Angels came to tell
the shepherds, of the Christ Child's birth.
And, Angels are still
here with us, to guide us here on earth.
The Angel on our Christmas
tree, was made in such a way.
That if the light inside
burned out, you just threw it away.
The light burned out when
I was twelve, the Angel would not shine.
But, Mom would not throw
it away, she said it looked just fine.
She loved that little
Angel, that she put upon our tree.
She said it didn't need
a light, for anyone to see.
Then I grew up, and I
moved out to start my family.
And, I'd go home at Christmas
time, to help her trim her tree.
My wife and children went
with me, to mom's house every year.
The house was filled with
love and joy, as we shared Christmas cheer.
The kids would always
say to her, "The Angel is burned out."
Then, she would smile
and tell them, what the Angel's all about.
She told another reason,
for it's specialty.
Your daddy picked that
Angel out, when he was only three.
My mother passed away
this year, early in the spring.
And then I had the painful
task, of going through her things.
The beautiful old house
she owned, was left me in her will.
We moved back in the summertime,
we feel her in it still.
Early in December, we
brought out our Christmas tree.
I went up to the attic,
just to see what I could see.
I saw a cardboard box,
with markings, "Ornaments and stuff."
And in it was the little
Angel, that she loved so much.
I brought the cardboard
box downstairs, and showed the family.
Then they persuaded me
to put the Angel on our tree.
We trimmed the tree that
weekend, and we talked of Christmas past.
Then when the tree was
finally done, the Angel went on last.
Every night till Christmas,
all the lights were burning bright.
Except the little Angel,
that had long burned out her light.
Then on Christmas morning,
I arose before the rest.
I had to have my coffee,
to be at my very best.
I walked into the living
room, my coffee cup in hand.
Then what I saw, so puzzled
me, I could not understand.
I just stood in silence,
as, my eyes filled up with tears.
The little angel was all
aglow, that had been dark for many years.
by James
