Hello! My name is Lola Marshall, and I am four years old. Although
I’m four years old, I have a dream. My dream is to see what it is
like to be that beautiful angel which is way, way up high on that
beautiful, lighted Christmas tree. I only want to be one just for a
day. My Mom let me hold that angel in my tiny hands before it went up
there. She has blue eyes, rosy red cheeks, blonde hair, a satin gown
trimmed in gold braid. The gown never gets wrinkled, and she is always
glowing, showing forth her light.

On Christmas Eve, I fell asleep early in hopes that Santa Claus would
come and bring me gifts, especially the one wish to be a Christmas
angel for a day. I suddenly was awoken by someone singing Silent
Night. I searched out the singer of song. I went all through the
house until I came to the Christmas tree. I looked up and Continue reading “The Angel on the Christmas Tree”


