She has quite a history, this winged, fancy lady who leaves the attic only once every year, and to me, has earned her spot of honor. Our original angel suffered a violent death when our Very Tall Tree fell over a few years ago. Her head and hands were ceramic, so her landing wasn’t pretty. My mom very kindly sent a beautiful new celestial tree chick as a Christmas gift after I told her that we had temporarily replaced the shattered ornament with one of Abby’s finger puppets. I kind of loved that one, actually, but the reborn/replaced “official” angel was nice too.
Shortly after that, Sam asked why we didn’t have a star for the top of the tree. He told me that all of the trees in the TV Christmas Specials had stars, and he wanted one too. I explained that yes, lots of people use stars, but we have an angel because… well, because we like it that way. He was persistent, and he and I ended up making a cardboard star covered with aluminum foil, and we added it to the tree.
He liked it, but still coveted a “real” star.
So last year, I went out and found one, much to his delight.
And then began the controversy. While Sam prefers a nice, sparkly star, his sisters still prefer a ladylike, well-dressed angel hanging out on high.
ACTUAL CONVERSATION FROM THIS MORNING, WHICH TOOK PLACE AS I STRUNG THE LIGHTS
Sam: Stars bring joy to the tree. Angels just sit there.
Abby (hands on hips): Angels help you not get damned to Hell.
Hannah: Mom, do we have any more candy canes?
The angel and the star are currently cohabitating at the top of the tree. I may need to assign 24-hour angel bodyguard duty to a few of the other ornaments, as Sam has an “I’m plotting a kidnapping” look in his eye.
We’ll see how it goes.