messenger…

Every year when I was a kid my mom would get my siblings and myself an ornament for Christmas. There were elaborate ones my dad brought home from Vietnam Nam, there were matching handmade offerings from lean years. Mine was usually an angel, because I am Angela, the messenger. This is an old favorite, it reads 1972.

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