The Angel Who Lost Her Tree

Celeste, a forgetful angel, always lost things. She was put in charge of clouds but often misplaced a few, causing foggy valleys and not enough rain for crops. Despite this, she was still loved in heaven. To prove her worth, God gave Celeste her own Christmas tree. However, Celeste became separated from her tree and worried about what it would do without her. Meanwhile, the children had wished for snow on Christmas, and Celeste's sadness made it snow. Eventually, Celeste found her tree, which grew greener and brighter. It could be your tree too. THE ANGEL WHO LOST HER TREE by Joe Domino Celeste was a pretty little angel. Everyone in heaven loved her. She had the most charming wings and rainbow halo. However, she had the forgetful habit of losing things. When put in charge of clouds, a responsible position for all the flowers that depended on the rain, she seemed to always misplace a few, dropping them between mountains, making for foggy valleys. And even when the rain fell from the clouds that Celeste was to oversee, several drops never made their way to the ground to nourish the crops in the fields and fruit trees. And no one could ever find them, no matter where they looked. But she was still loved, for that was heaven's way. And God often reminded the other angels that they must care for one another, just as they care for the children in the world, watching over them as they sleep and staying close, protecting them throughout the day while at school and later at play. So God's response to the angels who thought Celeste was not of the highest rank was to give Celeste a very special responsibility. She would have her own Christmas tree. Now as you know, some pine trees are blessed to be very special trees, with the greatest honor that of becoming a season's Christmas tree. They had to have just the right shape and holiday green, with all of winter's charming pine fragrance ultra-frosting for just the right gleam. And that was the dilemma. Celeste had been separated from her tree. What would a tree do without its angel atop? So sad if no one to hear children's prayers and wishes, to bless the lights, the silver tinsel and charming decorations, all made with love, watched over by guardians high above. Yes, what would Celeste's tree do if the top were bare, without her angel's care? Of course, though, Celeste did not know it at the time. This was good, the children having all wished for snow on Christmas. Until then there had not fell one single flake, not one snowball any child was able to make. Celeste grew sadder, which was good, for her tree heard her weep. And as everyone knows, Christmas trees never sleep, though you don't see them. They have ears and eyes way up above, seeing all and hearing all, ready to respond with love. Eyes of the many angels are seen as the sky of Christmas lights. Ears are the countless hosts of heaven, as many as needed, always listening, at least to hearing every prayer, applauding every hymn celebrating Christmas night. We celebrate Christmas night as we do the joyful eves and days. The earth, blessed by God, with never-ending mirth, when our greatest worth acknowledged is that of Jesus's holy birth. Celeste's tree grew even greener and brighter, until Celeste could not help but notice such outpouring of light. Celeste found her tree, and I do believe it could very well be your tree.