The Christmas Party
by Sheri Grutz
The room of fine dining makes the angel
sit down to the smell of wax and fresh
linens
finding her spot among agents in black
a luxury car brought them in to this
encounter
“Why, there's nothing to you?” the
agent says
to the angel as an ice breaker
“I'm full of clouds and blue blood,”
the angel
says to him adjusting her gown
the agent was no stranger to secrets
but this needed no hiding no heaven no
hurry
“And this Christmas party, that it is
why you're here?”
he says to her looking into her glowing
eyes
“It only comes but once a year,”
she says
sipping on ice water bringing home the
snow
“I'm not a believer,” the agent
tells her
“But I'm alive!” the angel says
he questions who or what this person is
“I think I must be dreaming,” he
replies
“Then you must wake and change your
ways,
give gifts and receive eternal pardon.”
They eat the meal that is served
then the angel looks to her left and
the
agent she was speaking to is gone
He had woken and she hoped he'd be full
of good news
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