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The Angel with Pink Jeans

This is one of our favorite family Christmas stories, and I thought I would share it (again, although it was on a different blog) with everyone.

When my father was doing his student preaching (it’s like student teaching, except from a pulpit!) while attending SMU, he had two small Methodist churches, one in Bristol, and one in Palmer, Texas. Now, Palmer is a small farming community, plenty of animals around. My father decided to have a Live Nativity on the big front lawn of the church.

The night of the Nativity, it was a cold, clear night. Mary and Joseph were sitting in the stable with baby Jesus, while the shepherds were tending their flocks in the fields. Suddenly, the angels appeared, all shapes and sizes. Some of them stood on a tiny little hill while others stood in front and on the sides of it. Their arms spread wide, the narrator told the shepherds to go and see the Savior that had been born in a tiny manger. The angels start to slow back away into the darkness.

Suddenly, an small, blond-haired angel tripped as she was walking backwards. It seems she had forgotten about the little hill. She fell on her back, and all you could see were two legs wearing pink jeans flailing in the air as she went down. She managed to get back up and disappeared into the darkness.

Who knew angels had pink jeans in Heaven?

By the way, that angel was my younger sister.


I have always loved to read, and carry a book with me wherever I go. I’ve written for several online sites, doing book reviews and author interviews. After graduating in 2000 from West Texas A&M with a Bachelor’s degree, I was a teacher for a while before deciding my destiny was to write, not to mold young minds. Writing for me is like taking an exciting journey, or going on a welty, as my parents say. I don’t know where my stories are going to take me. I just hang on and enjoy the ride.

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