The Tale of Rose, the Christmas Angel

The Tale of Rose, the Christmas Angel

Every December, when the nights grow darker and the weather turns chilly, Rainbow Jane finds herself pulled — as if by invisible tinsel — out to her craft shed.

On this particular wet and windy morning, Jane opened the shed door and felt that familiar shimmer of possibility. Something was waiting to be made. Something small. Something cheerful. Something… very special and festive.

Wondering what to make, Jane looked around at the colorful yarn, sparkling beads, twinkling sequins, and the array of crafting goodies…

And then a single wooden bead rolled out.

Just a plain wooden bead with no face, no hair, no story — yet. But Rainbow Jane, who had made far too many things come alive with craft materials to doubt it anymore, felt a little zing of recognition.

“Oh,” she said softly, picking it up. “You’re going to be something special.”

And that was how the angel named Rose began.

Hair First (Every Angel Needs Beautiful Hair)

Jane wrapped wool around a bit of card — one wrap, two wraps, many wraps — until she felt the quiet, approving hum of Rose agreeing.

Snip, tie, flip, thread through the bead.

As Jane pulled the soft bundle through, it was time to paint on the face: a pretty little smile, rosy cheeks, and long eyelashes.

“I’d better style this hair a bit; it’s looking a little wild!” thought Jane, as she tied a golden ribbon around it.

Rose responded with a big smile.

Then the Skirt (A Twirly One, Naturally)

Jane wrapped some pretty pink yarn around another card — about 50 wraps, which is exactly the number required for angels who enjoy twirling, swooshing, and making grand entrances.

Tie the loops together. Slide off. Snip.

Rose liked her new swooshy skirt. “It’s all coming together quite beautifully!” she thought.

Creating Angel Rose

Jane laid the skirt open and tied the head (now very hair-proud) right into the center.

“Don’t forget a golden thread, so I can hang on a Christmas tree,” Rose reminded her.

Next came the pipe-cleaner legs.

Rose immediately crossed them at the ankles, even though she technically didn’t have ankles yet.

“Angel Rose,” said Jane, “calm yourself. Your halo will fall off before I even make it.”

Jane wrapped thread around her waist, forming a tiny body, and then twisted a tinsel pipe cleaner into a halo that shimmered just enough to say magic!

Shoes made of tiny bits of tinsel went onto the ends of her legs. Rose seemed extremely pleased.

“Safety first,” Jane reminded her, bending the pipe-cleaner ends inward.“Now, I need wings!” whispered Rose.

Jane remembered a box in the attic full of things she had made many years ago for her bridal shop, including some beautiful cotton lace garters. In she rushed and brought the box down.

“No use lying in the attic as an unworn garter anymore! Time to become some magical angel wings,” thought Jane, as she carefully stitched a piece of lace onto the back of Rose’s dress.

Arms, Hairdos & Final Attitude Adjustments

With half a pipe cleaner, Jane wrapped gentle little arms around Rose’s neck.

Rose immediately raised one as if to wave at the world.

“Not yet,” Jane laughed. “You’re not finished.”

A quick hair trim and a neat little tie-back ribbon later, Rose wasn’t just a bead with wool — she was Rose, a tiny angel absolutely delighted to exist.

And Then… a Flutter

When Jane finally placed Rose on the worktable, the little angel stood proudly, her skirt puffed, her halo gleaming, her shoes twinkling.

“Now then,” Jane said, sipping her tea, “what’s your purpose? Every angel has one.”

A tiny — very tiny — breeze fluttered through the shed. Not from the window (it was closed). Not from the heater (it wasn’t on). Just a little flutter, as if Rose were stretching invisible wings.

“I see,” Jane said softly. “You’re here to bring a bit of gentle kindness into the world.”

Rose shimmered in agreement.

Jane held her up to the light. “Well then, Rose,” she said, “let’s go find you a spot where you can shine.”

And with that, Rainbow Jane carried the little angel toward the house…

Where do you think Angel Rose will spend her Christmas?