New Story - Angel's A

Angel’s A
by
Pamela Love


Grandma’s Christmas present for Luke said: OPEN DECEMBER 24th. My brother, who’s almost two, tore off the giftwrap like a grizzly. “Toys!” he yelled.
“Hey, a Nativity scene,” I said. “Want to wrap stuff, Mom? I can play with Luke.”
“Thanks, Bridget.”
While she headed upstairs, I opened the box. Luke dumped everything out. As I set up the stable, he found the cow. “Moo,” he said.
“Yes, Cow says, ‘Moo.’ Put Cow in the stable, okay?” He put it on the stable’s roof.
I picked up more plastic figures. “Mary says, ‘I’m having a baby.’ Joseph says, ‘We’re going to Bethlehem.’ Here’s their donkey. ‘Hee haw,’ Donkey says.”
Luke giggled. “Hee haw, hee hee!” Next, he poked a sheep. “Baa.” He waved the angel over his head. “Birdie doll.”
“That’s the angel. She has wings like a bird, though.”
“Angel’s A?” Luke said. He patted her wings.
“Yes, Angel starts with A.”
“Angel’s A,” my brother repeated, louder.
I nodded. “Right, Luke. You’re learning your ABC’s.”
Luke stamped his feet. “Angel’s A!” He threw down the angel, knocking over the sheep.
Hoping to stop the tantrum, I hugged him. “I’m sorry. Please tell me again.”
He pointed at the figures. “Cow’s A ‘Moo’. Sheep’s A ‘Baa’. Angel’s A—”
“Oh! Yes, cows say ‘Moo’. Sheep say ‘Baa’. What does the angel say!” My brother smiled, and picked her up. “Luke, this angel says, ‘There’s a special baby in Bethlehem…’”