The Christmas Angel

Pin It It hasn’t felt like Christmas.

To be honest, it hasn’t felt like the holidays for a long time. I remember when I was a kid and Christmas would approach. I’d be filled with a youthful wonder. I’d be unable to sleep. The wonderful thrill of the day to come would overcome both my mind and heart. I’d lie awake for hours waiting, hoping, and anticipating the day to come.

The years have flown since those simpler days, and no matter how one tries to drag their feet, time speeds steadily onward. She does not stop, but instead hastens upon auburn and coffee wings.

To be honest, today felt no different than other days as of late. This is not what I wanted Christmas to be…I wanted snow to be falling from the heavens with gray, overcast skies. I wanted jubilant Christmas songs played while the smell of Christmas cookies drifted about on the warm air. I wanted mugs of steamy, hot chocolate with candy canes and marshmallow foam.

But none of these things were able to awaken the elation of Christmas past. Today was fated to become yet just another day in the history I’ve come to know of as life.

That’s when it happened…but before I go into details, I have to ask the question…

Do you believe in angels?

I’m not talking about glorious manifestations such as those who announced the birth of the Holy Child to shepherds abiding their flocks by night. I know all about those angels…it’s the other angels—the angels around us every day. These are the angels of whom I speak. These are the same type of angels the group, Alabama, sang of in their song entitled, “Angels Among Us.”

When life held troubled times,
and had me down on my knees.
There’s always been someone there
to come along and comfort me.

A kind word from a stranger,
to lend a helping hand.
A phone call from a friend,
just to say I understand.

And ain’t it kind of funny
that at the dark end of the road.
Someone lights the way
with just a single ray of hope.

Oh, I believe
there are angels among us.
Sent down to us
from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me
in our darkest hours.
To show us how to live,
to teach us how to give.
To guide us with a light of love.

This Christmas Eve I had an angel. And to that angel I say, ‘thank you.’ You’ll never know how truly appreciated your visit was.

As the smell of Christmas cookies now waft about the room, as the evening skies darken and the snow reflects the lights of the city, I have to admit…it is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

And yes, I do believe in angels.