Daddy's Angel. Annette Broadrick

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      Prologue

      Noelle waited patiently.

      Noelle St. Nichols had all the patience in the world. Of course, technically speaking, she wasn’t part of the world.

      Not exactly.

      For several seasons now, she’d been a Christmas angel, the kind who presides at the very top of the Christmas tree each season.

      Before accepting her present occupation, she’d enjoyed a multitude of varied assignments…all part of the training for novice angels. Not that people on earth understand the extensive training each and every angel willingly pursues. Many people have absolutely no conception that angels exist.

      Of course most people have heard about them, particularly at Christmastime. Whenever the Christmas story is told, the listener hears about the time when the angels appeared to the shepherds, announcing the birth of the baby Jesus.

      Because of the special sense of love and understanding that seems to fill the air around Christmastime, some people—if asked—might admit that quite possibly there really was a time when there were angels who actually talked to shepherds. If pressed, they might admit to believing that even in this day and age there are angels who protect small children.

      Few people, however, want to admit that they could have a guardian angel, although they might joke about the possibility.

      Noelle had never been able to understand how people could speak about guardian angels as though they were a joke. How could such an honorable profession be considered amusing?

      At one point in her training, her highest aspiration had been to become a guardian angel. She had diligently studied for her proposed calling and had been given several assignments that had resulted in less than spectacular results. She’d discovered that attempting to guide and protect a person who was determined to ignore that quiet voice within could be difficult—not to mention downright frustrating!

      Noelle sighed and thought back over her long and varied career, which had been filled with unexpected twists and turns.

      One of her less admirable traits was her impulsiveness.

      She wouldn’t be where she was today if she hadn’t impulsively offered to fill in for a friend on this particular assignment.

      How could she have known at the time the far-reaching effects her present occupation would have on her own goals and aspirations? Even if she could have foreseen the consequences, she wasn’t certain she could have resisted the opportunity to be with children.

      Children were her very special love. What better way for her to be around them than to become part of their annual celebration of Christmas?

      Small children still had memories of the time when they lived with the angels. They recognized her immediately. Consequently she had no difficulty communicating with them.

      She’d been filled with excitement by the thought that she might be placed in a child’s home and be given the opportunity to offer one or more children a refresher course on love and all its many aspects—such as compassion…and caring…understanding…and sharing…empathy…and acceptance.