Sunday, December 20, 2009

Beeswax Angel

Lucy Waterman, at four, still believed in Christmas and still believed that Jesus put on a red suit and Wellingtons and came to save all the presents before they died and became the ghosts of Christmas Presents. Not that she'd seen any ghosts, though her daddy maintained that there were such things, just they weren't allowed in her bedroom.

What Lucy liked most about her fourth Christmas was the yellow angel with beautiful wax wings Julie bought in the everything-for-a-pound shop. It smelled of honey and she was allowed to play with it after tea. On the morning of Yule Eve she looked for the angel where she'd put it on the radiator shelf but she'd vanished, leaving behind a pretty set of honey-scented stalactites hanging from the shelf.

Julie was not pleased at the mess but could see her charge was upset. "Don't worry," she said, "She went back to Heaven to help get Jesus ready for Christmas."

4 comments:

aims said...

Ahhhhhhh - wonderful sentiments for a child. I might even have believed it even now.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Sweet :)

I doubt even Lucy believed it.

stephanie said...

*sighs* I do very much love this piece.

Leatherdykeuk said...

aye, I remember :)