Angel-Ornament

The Angel Who Fell for Christmas __________ The little glass angel had sat atop the tree for years, watching each holiday come and go. They had no name, no voice, no memories—only the quiet glow of the Christmas lights and the soft hum of carols filling the air. But on one snowy Christmas Eve, something changed. A stray ember from the fireplace drifted up, landing on the tree. The family, distracted by wrapping last-minute gifts, didn’t notice the smoke curling through the branches—but the angel did. "No," they thought—except this time, it wasn’t just a thought. It was a word, a voice, a plea. The ornament trembled. With a sound like shattering ice, the glass split, and warmth—real, living warmth—flooded through them. They gasped, hands pressing against their chest, fingers flexing. A heartbeat. Breath. A body. They stumbled off the tree, bare feet hitting the floor just as the first flames licked at the branches. Without thinking, they grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall (how did they know where it was?) and put out the fire before it could spread. The family, now frozen in shock, stared at the stranger in their living room—a person with pale, luminous skin and eyes like starlight, wearing nothing but the faint shimmer of what might have been glass. __________ pic via Craiyon __________ Turning Human #3