When I was little my mother always bought an angel ornament for me every Christmas. I loved my angels, and my mother helped me make an angel when I was in first grade. I still have my first grade angel. She has just one golden doily wing now, and less than half of her beautiful yellow wool hair. She still has the 1966 newspaper that helped keep her dress interfaced. She still has her halo too, and a place in my home forever.