Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A borrowed Christmas story

Once upon a time there was a mischievous little cherub who came to dwell among the other seraphim and cherubim in Paradise. He was known as The Littlest Angel.


From the moment of his arrival, the heavenly peace was never quite the same and The Littlest Angel soon became both the joy and despair of the motherly host.

His crooked halo was permanently tarnished where he held on to it with one hot, little, chubby hand when he ran, and he was always running.

And being so small it seemed to take him twice as long as anyone else to get to nightly prayers. The Littlest Angel always arrived late, knocking every one's wings askew as he darted into his place.

His shrill, ear-splitting tantrums resounded at all hours through the golden streets. It startled the patriarch and disturbed his meditation.
All paradise could easily understand why The Littlest Angel would, sooner or later, have to be disciplined. And so he was directed to present his small self before the motherly host in hopes of restoring the peace.

With a heavy heart, he trudged his way to the place of judgement. Standing defiantly, The Littlest Angel tried to pretend that he wasn't at all impressed by such stern words and that he wasn't at all afraid. But his lower lip trembled, and a tear disgraced him by making a new furrow down his already tear-streaked face.

And, as usual, his flaws in behavior were quickly forgiven. For the irresistible appearance of The Littlest Angel always made the motherly host forget to move her wings and she would fall head over halo for him just as she had exactly 4 years, 5 months, 23 days, 11 hours, and 42 minutes ago.

Yes, from the moment of The Littlest angel's arrival, the heavenly peace was never quite the same. But the patriarch and the motherly host and the other seraphim and cherubim loved that mischievous little cherub just the way he was.

5 comments:

Eric and Lydia said...

I love this post about Reef. He is so adorable, I don't know how you ever discipline him. I would bet the patriarch was very much the same as a little boy. Your kids have got personality seeping out of every pore!

Stefani said...

Well I'm glad to see you are back to calling him an angel... since last night you were calling him "the devil's spawn"- I'm still laughing about that! We love Reef around here too -- funny, cute, silly, little boy.

(BTW - my girls couldn't stop talking about how good of a piano player Mercedes is! I agree.)

annette said...

Aaaaawwwwww...The cutest story ever told. Precious Reef, Mr. Personality!!!! Love that boy!

The Freemans said...

I'm so glad you posted on my blog so I could see yours! What beautiful kids!!! Your little angel sounds just like our Jensen...with the energy of all four others combined...we wouldn't trade him for the world. We hope you are all doing well! We love you!!!

The Freemans said...

By the way, Congratulations again...is this #4, and do you know what you're having? We are so happy for you! Keep us posted. We are seriously so glad to hear from you!