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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Christmas Angel" (Mg)
Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2003 00:10:04 -0500
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Christmas Angel

{ASSI} (Mg)

By Simple Man


I love Christmas, but Christmas does not love me.  I'm out here in the woods
with my tree saw and found a tree I liked.  It was not really big but it was
nice and I liked it.  Of course it had to be snowing up a near blizzard on
Christmas Eve when I needed to get my tree.  I knelt down trying to find its
trunk near the ground, and grasping it I placed the razor sharp blade in
place and like a mighty lumberjack, felled the mighty fir tree.  Standing up
I could barely see my truck, hell, I could barely see anything.  Still I
picked up my tree by its trunk and hauled it in the direction of where I
remembered my truck to be.  With all this snow it was difficult to see
anything, let alone my truck.  The keys were still in the ignition and I
could not press the button to alert me where it was.  My tree and me were
lost in a snow storm and the spirit of Christmas soon gave way to total
panic.

I dragged the tree behind me as I searched and finally found my truck.  I
looked like a snowman as I hauled my tree into the bed of the truck and
threw the saw in after it.  Molly's was just up the road five miles and as I
slid into my truck and closed the door, the wave of sheer panic subsided and
I caught my breath.  In this part of the country, you don't screw around
with a car, no sir; you have a God awful big GMC Sierra with 4 wheel drive.
I made my way out of the woods and headed down the road to Molly's for some
needed refreshment.  The storm had let up a little and at least I could see
where I was going.

And there it was, lying in the roadway, an American Flyer sled.  Beside it
lay a form not moving.  I stopped the truck and got out to investigate, it
was a child, nearly frozen and cold, barely breathing still.  I scooped up
the child's body and moved quickly to my truck, getting the child in the
warmth of it.  Closing the door I went back for the sled and tossed it into
the bed of my truck and then joined my cold little friend in the cab
enjoying the warmth of the trucks heater.  Down the road I drove to Molly's,
slowly so as to make the ride more comfortable for my recovering passenger.

Pulling into Molly's parking lot, I noticed very few vehicles on this
Christmas Eve.  But come hell or high water, Molly's never closed.  One hell
of a tough woman, Molly was.  She operated a bed and breakfast with a bar
attached for good measure.  I needed a drink and my passenger needed to get
warmed up.  I carried the child in with me and old Molly took one look and
came a running.  Taking the child from me she knelt down and removed the
child's snow hood, blond silky hair spilled out over her snowsuit and her
lips were blue.  Immediately Molly picked up the little girl and rushed her
into the bathroom for a warm water soaking.

     "You sit your ass down here and get whatever drink you fancy; I'll be a
little while!"

Looking at my watch, it was almost 5:00 and the evening was approaching.
Moving behind the bar I found, under the counter, a bottle of Pinch opened
and about three quarters filled.  This 25 year old Scotch was about as good
as you can get, and I poured myself about 6 ounces of it and sat down on a
bar stool, sipping this nectar of the gods.

     "Okay man, give me your shorts and t-shirt and be quick about it!"

Well I didn't know if old Molly wanted me right now or what, but I stripped
in a hurry and the Pinch helped.  Molly just grabbed my underwear and
smiled, looking at me naked.  I just grinned, me and the Pinch.  I was
getting a little tipsy when Molly and the child emerged dressed in my
underwear.

     "She's out of danger now and she's all yours, don't fuck this up or you
'll have me to deal with!"

The little girl shyly walked over to me and in a very quiet voice spoke---

     "Thank you for saving me, I feel much better now."

     "Okay man, finish that drink and get dressed, I'll fix you two
something hot to eat.  THEN you both will be on your way!"

Back in her snowsuit in just my underwear she climbed into my truck and we
headed to my humble place.  When we got there I let her into the house while
I managed the sled, the razor sharp saw and my tree.  In the garage I shook
off most of the snow from the tree and it looked the worse for the trip.
Didn't matter though, I had one string of lights and 17 ornaments; it was
the thought of it all.  I was only bothered by one thing, it would soon be
Christmas, and I had no gift for the child.  I got a grip on myself and took
down the one box I promised myself I would never touch again.  It was still
wrapped for Christmas, but laid in that box for 30 years untouched.  Inside
that present was one Raggedy Ann doll made of cloth, and on the morrow it
would be given to another little girl.

With the present under my arm I walked into the kitchen from the garage.
She wanted to know is she could take off my shorts as they did not fit her,
I gave her permission and saw heaven only a few feet from me, all tiny and
hairless.

She was exhausted and I put her to bed in my bed.  Then I dug out the tree
stand and fetched my now wet tree and secured its trunk into the stand as I
tightened the screws.  It looked like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, but I
draped the lights around its branches and hung my ornaments carefully then
slipped the one present under the tree.  I plugged in the light string and
it lit up in so many bright colors.  Lying down on the sofa, I too fell
asleep.

Tugging and pulling at me woke me up, she might as well have just been
completely naked, my t-shirt cover her, but it was so loose on her little
body it hid nothing and it was too short to cover her bottom and all that it
held.  She was so excited and she looked at me with wonder in her eyes, one
gift, was it for her, she hoped?  I nodded and her eyes fill with tears of
happiness.  As if it was the Crown Jewels of Europe, she opened the package
slowly, removing the wrapping paper and the bow and ribbon, and then slowly
lifting the cover of the shoebox to reveal its contents.

One little girl, one little rag doll, you would have thought the world
stopped just for her.  I wiped the tears from my eyes and remembered another
little girl so distant in my past, the gift ungiven because she didn't make
it, so this morning another little girl took her place.  I was happy;
Raggedy Ann had someone to love her, finally.


-END-

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