The glass angel!
She was as delicate as she was beautiful! Each day that I passed her in the Christmas cabinet, I imagined hanging her on my tree, just the night before Christmas after I kissed her delightfully hand painted face. I dared not touch her and I couldnt remember where I had gotten her. I just knew that her placing on the tree was going to be epic.
Some time ago, I had my mantel covered with angels of different types and textures. She was part of that collection. I didn’t realize that she was actually an ornament and not a statue like the others. My round seated angel lost its head a while ago and stays by my bed waiting to be completely repaired. Her head is kept on her torso by a piece of tape awaiting the crazyglue ceremony that will put her back in the collection.
Two days before the procession to the tree, my curiosity got the better of me. I took her out in a bit of a rush and tested her connection to her tie… She looked way more stable. I held her by the tie which was attached to her halo. It was not at all connected to her body and she cascaded to the floor like humpty dumpty. A million pieces of delicate glass went in every direction. There were no salvageable pieces for the kings horsemen to reassemble or even imagine they could. My sadness was only outpaced by my regret for not being more careful.Cest’ la vie, I think not! She will be remembered????
