When I was 9, the rather lame star that had been on top of our tree since before I was born broke. So we picked out a lighted angel. She was very pretty with colored lights under her gown, in her head, and holding lights like candles. At school, we were supposed to write a Christmas story, so I made up a story about the angel on top of the tree. But, when I write, I often get letters in the wrong place, or pieces of words duplicated or even missing. And so, until I was in my 20’s, there was an Angle on top of our tree.