A Family Tree for Christmas, Part 2: The Angel’s Story
And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear.
This, my friends is our angel.
I know… she’s filling you with fear right now.
I know… it’s weird. But to us, it’s hilarious. And now… it’s just tradition.
You can’t see too well against the pink bow backdrop, but the angel has some pink netting for wings. And of course, her cotton candy hair.
“What is the deal?” you might be asking. Well, this is an art project my husband did when he was little. And for our first married Christmas, my mother-in-law bequeathed us the box of ornaments she’d been collecting for each of her kids. (Which was a very good thing, because we had neither Christmas decorations nor money to go buy them.)
Abraham’s family grew up not doing Christmas trees (they did a Bethlehem Tree instead). I grew up going out into the field and chopping one down as a family. So the first Christmas we were married, Abraham just didn’t understand why I would want a Christmas tree so much.
But one night, he dropped me off to do some grocery shopping, and said he needed to go run some errands of his own (we shared a car then, and still do). At our set meeting time, he picked me up, but when I looked around for evidence of his so-called errands, I couldn’t find any.
As we got home, we came up the back stairs to our second-floor duplex apartment and started unloading groceries. A few minutes into it, the doorbell rang, and he told me, “Why don’t you go get that?” I remember being kind of annoyed, thinking, “Well, why don’t you?”
But somehow he convinced me and I walked toward the front of our apartment. As I walked into the dining room, there it was…
A Christmas tree, standing tall and proud.
I screamed and hugged him and screamed some more and hugged him. (Oh, and then I got the door.)
It was one of the best Christmas gifts I’ve ever received. So surprising, so unexpected, so thoughtful.
Thanks to Abraham’s mother we actually had some things to put on the tree. But what would we do about the topper? We didn’t have a star (which is what my family always did), and we didn’t have a proper angel.
At some point during my lament about the sad state of our tree and it’s lack of crowning glory, Abraham jokingly placed the little drag queen angel from his childhood at the top. We had a good laugh about it, and decided she should stay.
And she’s assumed the same post for all our Christmases since.
What’s the weirdest thing on your Christmas tree?