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Authors: Madeleine L'engle
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On the bottom shelf we put the wise men with their camels and their camel-keeper. We make a hill out of cotton, which is a little hard to balance the camels on, but when we're finished it really looks as though the train of camels was climbing up a long weary road toward the Christ child. On Twelfth Night they'll have finished their journey and will join the shepherds and the animals in the stable.
Last of all Daddy put the star up above the stable and fixed the light behind it. On Christmas Eve we'll turn off all the other lights in the house, so all you can see is the lovely light from the star shining on the stable and the Holy Family and the angels and the animals.
On the twenty-first day of December we went with Daddy into the woods to get the Christmas tree. Mother stayed home, because she was feeling tired and heavy, but the rest of us tramped through the woods, including the dogs and cats. It was Suzy who found the perfect tree this time, just the right size and shape for the living room, with beautiful firm branches all around. Daddy and John took turns sawing, and we all helped carry it home, because the tree was tall, and heavy.
Daddy said, “Tomorrow's Sunday, so we'll trim the tree a little ahead of time to get it ready for Santa Claus and to make sure Mother's here to help.”
John asked, “You really don't think the baby's going to wait till after Christmas, Daddy?”
“I rather doubt it. Every indication is that this baby is going to be early. Now, kids, we'll put the tree carefully into the garage until tomorrow.”
That night I woke up, very wide awake. I knew it wasn't anywhere near morning because the light was still on in Mother and Daddy's bedroom. After a few minutes I got up, softly, so as not to wake Suzy. I put on my bathrobe and slippers and tiptoed down to the kitchen. The dogs came pattering out to meet me, wagging their tails. One of the cats meowed at the head of the cellar stairs. I put my finger to my lips and said, “Shh! Everybody go back to sleep.”
It wasn't quite dark in the kitchen because the embers in the fireplace were still glowing, and the night-light was on. Mother and Daddy must have gone up to bed just a little while ago. I tiptoed over to the crèche, climbed on one of the kitchen stools, and turned on the
light behind the star. The manger was empty, waiting for Mary and Joseph and the baby. They were still in their white cardboard box. I opened the lid and looked in, then closed the lid and put the box back.
light behind the star. The manger was empty, waiting for Mary and Joseph and the baby. They were still in their white cardboard box. I opened the lid and looked in, then closed the lid and put the box back.
Instead of feeling all full of anticipation the way I usually do, I felt heavy. I thoughtâI don't want Mother to be in the hospital for Christmas. I want her to be home. I'd give anything if she could be home. But I don't have anything to give. Anyhow, God doesn't expect us to give anything in order for Him to love us. And least not a thing. Just ourselves.
I sighed again. And thoughtâMother says we should never try to make bargains with God. That isn't the way God works. But I'd give up anything, even being the angel, if Mother could be home for Christmas.
I sat looking at the empty crib in the stable until I got sleepy.
On the twenty-second of December when we were all home from Sunday school and church, Mother made hamburgers and milkshakes for lunch. Then Suzy and I helped with the dishes and Mother put
on a carol record and we all sang “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.” Daddy and John brought in the tree from the garage and set it firmly in a bucket of wet sand. The big boxes of Christmas decorations were brought down from the attic. First of all Daddy got on the ladder and he and John put on the lights, and the angel at the top of the tree. The angel is wearing white, with feathery sparkly wings; it's the angel Mother used to copy my costume. It was almost as though Daddy was putting a tiny
me
on top of the tree.
on a carol record and we all sang “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.” Daddy and John brought in the tree from the garage and set it firmly in a bucket of wet sand. The big boxes of Christmas decorations were brought down from the attic. First of all Daddy got on the ladder and he and John put on the lights, and the angel at the top of the tree. The angel is wearing white, with feathery sparkly wings; it's the angel Mother used to copy my costume. It was almost as though Daddy was putting a tiny
me
on top of the tree.
I thought of the night before, and how I'd thought I'd be willing to give up being the angel if only Mother could be home for Christmas, but I couldn't give up being the angel without upsetting the whole Christmas Pageant, and anyhow, that kind of thing isn't an offering to God. As our grandfather once told us, you can't offer anything less than yourself to God; anything less is a bribe, and bribing God is foolish, to say the least. I didn't really understand all of this. Grandfather's a theologian, though, and I was sure he was right.
Mother looked at me and said, “What's the matter, Vicky?”
“Nothing. May I put on some of the breakables this year?”
Suzy was given a box of unbreakable ornaments to go on the lowest branches of the tree. Mother smiled and handed me a beautiful little glass horn that really makes a musical sound. I blew it, and then I let Suzy blow it, too. We all worked together until the tree was shimmering with beauty.
I took a gold glass bell with a gentle tinkle and hung it on the highest branch I could reach. When the last decoration was hung from the tree and we'd all exclaimed (as usual) that it was the most beautiful tree ever, John ran around and turned out all the other lights so that the Christmas tree shone alone in the darkness. We all stood around it, very still, admiring it, and I was peaceful and happy. For a moment I forgot about being the angel. I even forgot about the baby.
On the twenty-third day of December, when I
went to the church for dress rehearsal, it finally began to snow. Everybody began to clap and shout with glee, and we kept running to the doors to look at the great feather flakes fluttering from a soft, fluffy sky. Finally the director got cross at us and ordered everyone inside, and Mr. Irving made a big discord on the organ.
went to the church for dress rehearsal, it finally began to snow. Everybody began to clap and shout with glee, and we kept running to the doors to look at the great feather flakes fluttering from a soft, fluffy sky. Finally the director got cross at us and ordered everyone inside, and Mr. Irving made a big discord on the organ.
In the Sunday school rooms several mothers helped us get into costume. I was dressed early, and Mrs. Irving, who dressed me, said, “Vicky dear, if you stand around here in this mob, your wings are going to get crushed. Go sit quietly in the back of the church until we're ready to start the run-through.”
I went, holding my wings carefully, through the big doors and halfway down the nave. The church was transformed with pine boughs and candles. The candles wouldn't be lit until just before the Christmas Eve service, but there was a spotlight shining on the manger. The girl who played Mary came and stood beside me, a high school senior and very, very grown up. She wore a pale blue gown and a deep blue robe. She dropped one hand lightly on my shoulder.
“Some of us thought it was funny, such a little kid
being chosen for the angel, and at first we thought you were going to be awful and ruin everything. But Mr. Quinn promised us you wouldn't, and now I think you're going to be the best thing in the Pageant, I honestly do.” Then she went and sat by the manger. She sat very still, her head bowed. She didn't seem like a high school senior anymore. She seemed to belong in Bethlehem. Protecting my wings, I sat down in one of the pews. And for a while, I, too, seemed to be in Bethlehem.
being chosen for the angel, and at first we thought you were going to be awful and ruin everything. But Mr. Quinn promised us you wouldn't, and now I think you're going to be the best thing in the Pageant, I honestly do.” Then she went and sat by the manger. She sat very still, her head bowed. She didn't seem like a high school senior anymore. She seemed to belong in Bethlehem. Protecting my wings, I sat down in one of the pews. And for a while, I, too, seemed to be in Bethlehem.
Then the director called out time for the run-through to begin, and everything was hustle and bustle again. The choir in their red cassocks and white surplices lined up for the processional. I was shown into the corner behind the organ, from where I was to make my first entrance.
Everything went smoothly. I even managed to walk as though I had
Shu
to
Sub
on my head. My arms felt like curves instead of angles. My words were as bell-like as Mother had been able to make them. At the final tableau I stood by the manger, and I felt shining with joy.
Shu
to
Sub
on my head. My arms felt like curves instead of angles. My words were as bell-like as Mother had been able to make them. At the final tableau I stood by the manger, and I felt shining with joy.
After the choir had recessed and the spotlight had faded on the nativity scene, the director and Mr. Irving congratulated everybody. “It was beautiful, just beautiful!” The mothers who had helped with the costumes and had stayed to watch echoed, “Beautiful! Beautiful!” Except for the fathers, almost everybody who was going to be at church on Christmas Eve was already there.
The director gave me a big smile. “Vicky, you were just perfect. Don't change one single thing. Tomorrow evening for the performance do it just exactly the way you did today.”
Daddy picked John and me up on his way home from the office. It was still snowing, great, heavy flakes. The ground was already white. Daddy said, “I'm glad I got those new snow tires.”
John said, “You see, Daddy, we
are
going to have a white Christmas after all.”
are
going to have a white Christmas after all.”
When we woke up on Christmas Eve morning we ran to the windows. Not only was the ground white, but we couldn't even see the road. Mother said the
snow plow went through at five o'clock so the farmers could get the milk out, and Daddy had followed the milk trucks, but the road had already filled in again.
snow plow went through at five o'clock so the farmers could get the milk out, and Daddy had followed the milk trucks, but the road had already filled in again.
We ate breakfast quickly, put on snow suits, and ran out to play. The snow was soft and sticky, the very best kind for making snowmen and building forts. We spent the morning making a Christmas snowman, and started a fort around him. John is good at cutting blocks out of snow like an Eskimo. We weren't nearly finished, though, when Mother called us in for lunch.
After lunch Suzy said, “I might as well go upstairs and have my nap and get it over with.” We have to have naps on Christmas Eve if we want to stay after the Pageant for the Christmas Eve service. Suzy is very business-like about things like naps. Mother looked a little peculiar, and Suzy went upstairs to bed, taking a book. She can't read, but she likes looking at pictures. Mother lit the kitchen fire and sat in front of it to read to John and me. We were just settled and comfortable when the phone rang. Mother answered it. We listened.
“Yes, I was afraid of that ⦠Of course ⦠They'll be disappointed, but they'll have to understand.” She hung up and turned to John and me.
“What's the matter?” John asked.
Mother said, “The Pageant's been called off because of the blizzard, and so has the Christmas Eve service.”
“But
why?
” John demanded.
why?
” John demanded.
Mother looked out the windows. “How do you think anybody could travel in this weather, John? We're completely snowed in. The road men are concentrating on keeping the main roads open, but all the side roads are unusable. That means that about three quarters of the village is snowed in just like us. I'm sorry about the angel, Vicky. I know it's a big disappointment to you, but remember that lots of other children are disappointed, too.”
I looked over at the crèche, with Mary and Joseph now in their places, and the manger still empty and waiting for the baby Jesus. “Well, I guess lots worse things could happen.” I thoughtâIf this means Mother will be home for Christmas â¦
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