Growing up, we never had the traditional angel on top of our Christmas tree. My mother staunchly refused; not for her was the glossy golden hair and rosy red cheeks of the usual shop-window cherubs.
“Too reductive,” she said. “Too plain.”
Instead we took turns making our own angels: streaming pipecleaner monstrosities, glistening with glitter and googly eyes, Action Men and stuffed toy llamas. One memorable year Mum adopted a wilted bamboo plant from the supermarket, and that became our Christmas angel, balanced precariously on top of the tree.
“Anything can be an angel,” she said, with satisfaction. “Remember that: anything.”
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