The angels sing

Once more with feeling!

I didn't mean to imply in my previous post that I have something against angels. I actually have one near the top of the tree. I think she's been around at least since the 1960's, but she may be older than that. She's a little bit decrepit now. One of her wings has a pretty bad crease. There's a little wear on the gold flower in her hair. Still, she makes me smile when I gingerly place her near the top of the tree to belt out her tunes, clutching her candle and her evergreen. It's a very operatic pose, don't you think?

The angel on my tree. She's made of paper mache, foil, pipe cleaners, and spunk.
If you don't join in on the chorus she might whack you with that tree.