Meet Angie the Angel

Angie began her life with me, long before I really recognized she exsisted. I only get to see her once a year( well other than brief glimpses when I am going through boxes of memories).

Originally she was my mothers angel, given to her by my brother Michael, the year he died. He died when he was 12, I was 2.

Angie came to us as a reward. Michael had picked her as a prize for selling boy scout stuff. She was simple and very unadorned but lit atop our christmas tree for my whole life as a child.

One year, when dad was away for christmas, and we could not get to the decorations, mom went out a bought another angel, but really it just was not christmas that year.

Once in my teens, I made a new dress for Angie, and a pair of gold lamay wings, for her original wings had fallen apart.

The year before my mom died....she gave me Angie, who by now was in tatters. I had my own family by then and my own christmas tree.

It took a while for me to finally bring Angie back out. I kept her in a box.

Finally one year, I totaly redid Angie....painted her face, made her a new dress, and got her another pair of new wings.

Angie needs some work again, and I need to get my house done so she can have her place again atop my tree( I havent put one up for two years now)

But in my life, Angie IS Christmas.