364: Christmas Angels 🕯👼
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👼 Christmas Angels
Paula adjusted the last candle on the table, nudging it slightly so its flame wouldn’t scorch the holly. The wax had already begun to pool, catching flecks of artificial snow and a stray pine needle. She stepped back, squinted, then turned the kneeling angel statue a few degrees clockwise. Better. Now it faced the trumpet player, as if listening.
The fireplace crackled behind her, stockings swaying gently from the garlanded mantle. She’d timed the lighting just right. First the tree, then the candles, then the fire, and the room glowed in layers. Her brother Robert called it “stage lighting for saints.” He still showed up every year to help unpack the decorations, but he was late tonight.
Paula lit the final candle and sat down, letting the warmth settle. The angels had been part of the setup for years, but this was the first time she’d placed them on the table instead of the shelf. It felt more deliberate, more like a conversation. The trumpet angel stood tall, halo catching the flicker of the flames. The kneeling one, eyes closed, seemed to breathe with the room.
Robert arrived just as the cocoa began to steam. No apology, just a grin and a box of gingerbread cookies. He paused at the table, eyebrows raised. “You moved the angels.”
“They needed better light.”
He nodded, then reached out and gently rotated the trumpet angel a few degrees counterclockwise. “Now they’re in harmony.”
They paused to enjoy some cocoa, cookies, and the quiet rhythm of candlelight. Then they discussed how to set up this year’s nativity scene.
Outside, the wind stirred the branches. Inside, the angels held their place at the center of the table, gathering the room’s warmth around them, providing a seasonal blessing as they kept watch.
