Gabriel loves tacky christmas stuff
Christmas had a special little place in the heart of every angel, well, every angel that had been actively involved with it. Every angel that had been happy to be actively involved.
Maybe, on reflection, Gabriel was the only one who really loved Christmas.
Not just the actual event all those years ago where he'd got to scare the bejesus out of a load of shepherds and the rest, but everything that had come after it. All the decorations. The drinking. The food. Oh dad the food.
But even he had to admit that maybe things had gone over the top in recent years. He was stood in a store in the village, with singing, wiggling robotic santas ho-ho-hoing all around, looking at a very glittery, tinsel-wrapped statuette of himself with light up wings.
He was going to buy it. He knew he was.
Maybe, on reflection, Gabriel was the only one who really loved Christmas.
Not just the actual event all those years ago where he'd got to scare the bejesus out of a load of shepherds and the rest, but everything that had come after it. All the decorations. The drinking. The food. Oh dad the food.
But even he had to admit that maybe things had gone over the top in recent years. He was stood in a store in the village, with singing, wiggling robotic santas ho-ho-hoing all around, looking at a very glittery, tinsel-wrapped statuette of himself with light up wings.
He was going to buy it. He knew he was.