Photo by Gamaliel Masters
When it would snow my first grade Sister used to say, "God's angels cutting paper," then teach us how to fold a paper sheet and we would snip out paper snowflake stars to hang upon the classroom Christmas tree. Sister patted every little concentrating head. "Work hard, just like all the little angels do to trim the winter world for Blessed Baby's coming." Today, I trim an artificial Christmas tree with shiny, store-bought baubles. Beyond the garden-facing window pane I see brown stalks are blossoming again this time with artificial heads of fluffy white snow flowers. And memory recalls somewhere behind grey, lowering clouds, a little angel group with busy snipping scissors as showers of crystaled paper snowflake stars begin to flutter slowly down from Sister Gertrude's hidden Heaven.