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It all started one December night. The snow gently fell from the sky as the angels looked down from the heavens. It seemed everything was perfect with this night.
Except for one thing.
An angel zoomed through the skies whirring past stars and diving in and out of clouds on his way to see his Lord. The frigid winter air blasted his face, but after so many winters of soaring through the skies, he had grown used to it. Almost to his destination, the angel slowed his flight, coming to a soft landing upon a doorstep of sky before entering the large cathedral.
"I was told you wanted to see me." He spoke, stepping cautiously, but with authority, through the entrance.
"Please, come closer." A warm voice answered, the door closing behind the angel, who approached the figure standing at the very end of the pews. "Do you know why I called you here?"
"I'm afraid not." The angel responded, hands hanging limply at his sides.
"The human race." The being responded, looking down upon the angel with a sad gleam in his eye. "I believe they have lost faith."
This caused the angel to raise an eyebrow. Surely no one could've lost that much faith could they? Why, so many people seemed pleased with Christmas. "What causes you to believe this, my lord?"
"They believe that the 25th is a day to recieve. A day to get things from others." The Lord answered sternly as he looked over at the glass orb that enabled him to gaze upon Earth. "They've lost their belief in giving."
Now this confused the angel. Why, if people were recieving so much, that must surely mean people were giving, right? Though it was clear to see what his lord meant. "And what do you wish for me to do about this?"
It took the being a bit to think upon what could be done. After a long break of silence, he finally answered. "I want you to descend into their world and find me something that proves me wrong." He seemed rather proud of his idea. "Something no human can touch, but angels such as yourself can hold tenderly in their arms."
The angel didn't quite understand his lord's words, but nodded in agreement. Surely he would know when he found it. "I understand. When do you want me to descend."
"Tonight." Was the only answer he recieved before his lord had vanished, leaving only an empty cathedral and an orb looking over what humans called New York City.
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He soared and soared and flew until it felt like his wings would fall off his back and his feathers would become snow before he reached his point of descension. A church. Why, it was only the most fitting of places to descend.
And it was then that he heard something. A sound like no other. And he was drawn toward this sound. But as he looked towards the Earth for the source, he could feel himself descending. And he was! Rapidly at first, but then his pace slowed as he neared the doorstep before he landed gently.
Not only were his surroundings different, but his appearance as well. For now, the angel, who once would tower over humans with a wingspan as large as a house, was a human child.
And so he began his search.