Christmas Angel


 



Let me tell you about the angel atop our tree
It was my grandma's, she handed it down to mom and me
Every year she would balance at the top of the ladder with care
To make sure she and the angel wouldn't fly through the air
Branches filled with bright lights and decorations
Ones with special meanings to remind us of this occasion
I find myself staring upward always checking if it's there
When I see the angel I know grandma is with me everywhere

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