Hark! The Gorgeous Angel Sings…

I’m not embarrassed to admit that I fell asleep on the couch this afternoon, Modern Philosophers.

One minute, I’m watching the Knicks get blown out, and the next thing I know, The House on the Hill is dark and I’m warm and cozy under a comforter.  Guess all the Christmas excitement really got to me.

I was awakened by someone singing “Silent Night” on the front porch.  I thought it was odd that carolers would be out on Christmas Day, but I didn’t mind it because the voice was so beautiful.  I wiped the sleep from my eyes and went in source of its source.

What to my wondering eyes should appear than the most gorgeous being I have ever seen.  Rachel, the brown eyed Archangel, was serenading me on a frigid December evening.

“Merry Christmas, Austin,” she said with a smile when she finally reached the end of her song.  “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

My mind never quite operates correctly when I am in the presence of the beautiful Archangel.  I stammered a Christmas greeting, and then asked her to come inside out of the cold.

“Did you really think I was going to leave you all alone on Christmas?” Rachel asked once she had settled in on the couch in the living room.

I shrugged, clearly at a loss for words.  I had been thinking about her all day.  Had even dreamed about her during my unexpected nap.  Now here she was in the flesh, and I had no idea what to say to her.  I finally blurted out something about thinking she would be a little too busy celebrating her boss’ birthday.

She laughed at my choice of words, and that coaxed the dimple out of hiding on her right cheek.  “I don’t think Heaven is going to miss an angel right now,” she explained as she motioned for me to sit down next to her.  “Everyone is busy showering attention upon the birthday boy, so I knew it would be the perfect time to spread a little Christmas cheer to my favorite human.  Can you tell that I’ve been thinking about you?”

Several times a day, I could feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck and my heart beat a little faster.  Rachel had explained to me once that this happened when she was thinking of me.

I nodded to let her know that I could tell I had been on her mind.

My Christmas Day had seemed like any of Wednesday until I’d be awakened by the singing Angel.  Now that she was here, gazing upon me with her big brown eyes, telling me how much she missed me and how often she thought about me, it had become a perfect Christmas like something out of a movie.

Thank you, Santa Claus, for making my wish come true.  This was the only thing I’d wanted for Christmas and I felt like I was in Heaven.

However, Heaven had come to me.

My heart was beating faster.  The hair was standing up on the back of my neck.  And I was the happiest I’d been in a long time.

Merry Christmas, Modern Philosophers.  May you all find what you heart desires…