A Perfect Little Gift

In the silent dead of night the soft moonlight shown gently on the fresh fallen snow. A very tiny angel fell from the sky. A very tiny angel with a very big mission. She went straight to her work without a bit of fear. She carried a tiny little box in her small fragile hands. This was the most precious of gift of all. She traveled day and night, up hill and down until she finally reached the end of her journey. The firelight illuminated her soft angelic face and danced on her thin silken wings. She placed the tiny box by the manger side. She gently kissed the tiny baby inside. Angels are thought not to cry, but that didn't stop the little tears from falling. Could this child sleeping so sound be the Savior of all? The tiny angel left knowing her job was complete. The greatest gift of all was the love of Jesus Christ the newborn King. What did that tiny angel carry in that tiny box? It was simply her little tiny heart.

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