My sister hates this angel. I'm not sure why. I think it frightens her.I, of course, always loved this particular angel, and for decades made sure that she was always ensconced at the very top of the tree. I liked her because she was angel that wasn't too cute, or saccharine, or blonde-and-blue-eyed. I liked her because she seemed like she was beautiful without being pretty. I liked her because of the small silver star on her brow, which made her a kind of Tolkien character.
We still have this angel, and she still is near the top of the tree, but she's been supplanted by a big star bought on sale at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
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