I've had these little angel ornaments since I was five, they were a gift from my father. I had five of them, and over the years, two have disappeared. We've often looked for them, in thrift shops, at yard sales and in antique stores - never finding any.
There is the sweet angel in meditation - complete with her spun angel hair cloud and shiny wings. . .
And an angle with just her plastic wings - they all have these but they aren't always visible because of the shiny sparkly wings. She has no sparkly wings and not cloud upon which to float - but she holds her star proudly up for all to see . . .
And last week Don came home with the tiniest brown paper bag and inside was this sweet little angel with a candle, and holding a golden ball. Her shiny wings are almost gone, and she has no puffy soft cloud, but the other angels were so happy to see her that they made room on the tree and sang sweet songs together to welcome her. It made me cry.