Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Christmas Market Angels

I spent three wonderful years in Germany, a guest in the country. I was eager to experience the sounds and wonders of everything German...beer fests, wine fests, and the Christmas markets.
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Arkansas winters, where I spent my childhood, were not the winters of Rudolf and his friends. Occasionally, we had some snow, and it was usually cold. But my first winter in Germany was a real winter, and I loved every blustery, frosty minute.
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On one of those glorious crisp days, we set out to explore the Nuremberg Christkindlesmarkt, the mega-super-store of Christmas markets. My goal for the day was an angel topper for my Christmas tree. I must have seen a million angels that day before I found "it." While sipping the mulled wine and tasting the gingerbread, I searched for the angel that would be a family heirloom.
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She needed a rich tapestry dress, something a queen would wear. She needed blond curls like my two-year-old daughter. And her gold feathered wings had to be without blemish.
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I found her on that lovely day. It was a day for memories and a day for snowflakes. Thank God it was not a day for terrorism.

We need more days like mine and fewer like the one in the Berlin Christmas Market on December 19. I don't know how to make that happen. I just know that true angels are surrounding the dead and injured, and I'll never look at my Nuremberg wax angel the same way again.

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