THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL by Ann Summerville
Today is the first day in the series of holiday stories, poems and songs created by members of the Trinity Writers’ Workshop. These submissions were included in the TWW Christmas Book which was given to children and their families during the Christmas at the Stockyards event in Fort Worth, Texas on December 3, 2011. The first of these writers is Ann Summerville.
Ann was born in England, and in search of a warmer climate, moved to California before settling in Texas. In addition to her published novels–A Graceful Death, High Tide, Storms and Secrets and the Berton Hotel–her short stories and flash fiction have been published in the Lutheran Digest, Long Story Short, The Shine Journal, Doorknobs & Bodypaint (both online and in their anthology), Associated Content, Trinity Writers’ Workshop newsletters and also their collection of Christmas stories. She is a member of Trinity Writer’s Workshop and is currently working on another cozy mystery. She resides in Fort Worth, near her daughter and son-in-law, with her son, two boisterous dogs and a somewhat elusive cat.
The Christmas Angel
by Ann Summerville
From the top of the Christmas tree an angel looked down, past the green and fragrant pine needles, past the twinkling lights and past the sparkling ornaments. Her eyes finally rested on a box. The box was pretty with silvery blue paper and snowmen prints, but inside was something that brought a tear to her eye.
Each year, the day after Thanksgiving, Molly who was now six years old, took the angel out of its battered box, hugged her tightly and told her how much she loved her. Molly’s dad lifted her up high so that she could place the angel on top of the tree. A week after Christmas Molly would hug the angel again and place her softly in tissue paper. In the dark, with the other Christmas ornaments, the angel waited patiently through hot summers in the garage until the temperatures dipped, snow fell from the sky and amid Christmas carols she would see daylight once again. She didn’t mind the darkness so much because what she wanted most was to be hugged by the little girl, but this year was different. In that box was her replacement.
She had seen it when Molly went to bed. Her mother pulled the new angel from a bag and straightened the pure white satin dress, fluffed up the blond hair with her fingers and adjusted the sparkling angel wings before unraveling the snowmen paper and wrapping the present.
The light next to the tree top angel didn’t help her appearance, it showed the frayed red velvet dress, shone through the gaps in her dark brown hair and made the missing diamonds in her crown more noticeable. Another tear plonked on to the red velvet. What would become of her? Would the new angel take her place in the green plastic tub in the garage?
With very little sleep, the angel’s eyes opened when Molly ran into the room still wearing flannel pajamas. The tree rustled as she pulled packages out from beneath the pine branches. But instead of ripping open the presents, Molly glanced at the angel and smiled. The angel thought maybe she had been mistaken or maybe the little girl didn’t know. Of course she didn’t, she hadn’t opened the box yet. Molly’s mother passed her the present with the snowmen packaging and she slowly opened it. Her eyes grew large when she pulled out the beautiful angel with the golden hair, but instead of hugging it, she turned and whispered to her mother who nodded. Molly’s dad lifted her up high and she scooped the old angel from the top of the tree. It all happened so fast the angel hardly had time to think, but the little girl didn’t throw her away. Instead, Molly took her to her bedroom and put her next to her teddy bear.
“I can really keep her here all year?” she asked her mother.
Her mother smiled. “She’s yours to hug every day.”
“Why is her face wet?” asked Molly.
They both looked closely at the angel with the red frayed dress. She couldn’t tell them, but the tears were not of sadness, but of joy. She would be hugged every single day.
Don’t forget that beginning January 2, 2012, I am offering a two month class in character development called Simply Creating Fictional Characters.
The class will include techniques in building believable, interesting three-dimensional characters. I will also assist and encourage students to interact with each other through twitter, facebook and their blogs.
I think it will be a great way to start the new year.
To find out more about the classes go to http://www.sharonkowen.com click on the tab classes and creative writing classes.
Looking forward to seeing your there.
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