The Fallen Christmas Angel

By Tina Maria Johnson

Italian Mob Bosses, Movers, Guardian Angels, a Permiter, a Watcher, Paparazzi, Bullies, Demons, the Devil, Santa Claus and his wifeDestiny has a lot to deal with before making her dreams come true. All of her life she has looked for the love and comfort of family with fail. A fallen angel she was consider cursed to the pits of Hell, but saved by God she remained in Heaven broken. Not alive and not fully dead, every 358th day during the holiday, she is given seven days to find a loving home. Getting to old for family ties, Destiny seeks out just love deep in New York City finding it is a hard thing to come by, when God has given you no purpose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491822586

Tina Maria Johnson

Tina Marie Johnson AKA Maria Truth was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. Artistically inclined, she was introduced to the arts by her parents learning how to sketch and paint as a child. Eager to expand herself as a teenager, she began to write short stories based on her personal experiences and social problems. Creating fictions about urban life, she found her light bulb in college obtaining several degrees in Sociology and Social Work assisting individuals with problems and concerns much like her own. Culturally diverse, her style of writing is relatable and inspiring to readers who have general problems with family, life, love and relationships.

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Published by AuthorHouse   10/19/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4918-2259-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-2258-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013917975

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Contents

It’s My Birthday!

New York! New York!

Life as an Angel

December 25th—Christmas Day Three Years Later

December 26th

December 27th

December 28th

December 29th

December 30th

December 31st—New Year’s Eve

The Future

Behold, I send an angel before thee to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared.

Exodus 23:20

In Plain English

Presents

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The

Fallen

Chirstmas

Angel

By

Tina Marie Johnson

It’s My Birthday!

Christmas of 1985, my Mother Desire was interrupted in front of the television when her water broke. I heard my Mother was a beautiful woman with eyes as blue and wide as God’s sky with a face some would say, like an angel. I heard in her hay day she could have any man she wanted, but fell in love with the wrong one who left her for another woman. Her story states she stayed depressed for the rest of her days. I could not imagine being depressed for that long. A little sad, but depressed for eternity it’s just not heard of. My Mother had been the only case to have been this way, but let’s not get side tracked let me finish.

On that night feeling the labor pains strong, my Mother hurried to the holiday traffic to find a cab, but only found the cold damp ground. Holding her belly she leaned to the side catching concrete. Friendly neighbors who owned a store under Desire’s apartment helped her off the ground. They put her in their car making it to the hospital just in time for me to be born. Holding me for just a second, my Mother noticed something terribly wrong. I stopped breathing. She franticly blew into my mouth to get my heart pumping while the neighbors shouted to the nurses. They pushed the friendly neighbors out the door as the doctors tried real hard to revive me, but it was too late. I passed away, dying. She named me Destiny Desire Haven and as I passed that Christmas night, her face faded away and within a blink, all was dark, but there was a glimmer of light as I transcended.

Don’t be sad guys. I only died in the earthly realm, but beyond your world there is another. Do you believe in Heaven and Hell? Well, I just wanted to confirm to whomever is reading this story Heaven and Hell is quite real, but it is not what your mind would think it up to be. It is quite like your world, but with a lot of rules, rules that can’t be broken. Especially for someone like me with very special circumstances, but anyway back to my story.

Did you know on earth when babies die, they are granted angelic angel wings in Heaven, but for someone who just passes away wings have to be earned taking centuries to receive them, if at all? It’s true. Each time the long gone and dead would receive a pair of wings, it is a gift and Heaven’s bells ring. Throughout the kingdom the bells could be heard from the Opel, the highest hill south of Heaven’s temple and even heard in the pits of Hell. Some even say to keen blessed ears on Earth, the bells rang. It didn’t happen often, but when it did the angels would say, God has found purpose this day. Stopping in their tracks to listen to the echoes of the bells until the last ding, or dong was heard not moving. Those dead who received their wings were considered lucky, blessed. Though, they would not receive halos. Halos were only for the enchanted creatures of Heaven born to their world, not for the vacationing dead.

Wings were a big thing for those who walked the golden paths of Heaven. It meant you were worthy and special to him (God), but it also meant you had been one of the chosen to do a job of vast importance having purpose. Whatever the purpose was from God, no one ever knew what that job was. For the dead and long gone, it was their only chance to be the same like all the other blessed creatures in Heaven. So, they kept a tight lip never ever telling a soul to keep their wings. They just did their job earning the right to be one of the privileged never going against the will of God not to defeat his purpose, or theirs.

On the day I died, like all the other babies unborn from your world, we are transferred to the factory for inspection called Michtam Storks Inc., the MSI. In the MSI, there are millions and millions of babies inspected before being released to roam Heaven. All babies must have a grade of A living up to the high quality standards enforced by God. If a baby is not properly equipped, or trained, oh boy there would be hell to pay. Unlike your earthly babies who can only cry, the unborn babies here can talk, work and play way much earlier than your babies. A gift from him, God believed the babies unborn were sent not to be cared for, but to care for other people down on the Earth, or in Heaven. For us babies, God had found purpose and in his eye sights he did not consider us as ever having a human life. Being born to Heaven he granted us angelic wings to fulfill the third in Heaven in which he had lost long ago to you know who? I dare not speak his name.

Babies that earn the right to go back to Earth can, but none go. They had everything they needed up in Heaven. Many thought, why go through the whole process of life just to die to come back. So, they stayed not wanting to waste their time, nor lose their wings. However, because the need to make sure things would not go wrong was great, there were only one set of people for the jobs at MSI, the Italian mob bosses. Hired by God, they were precise, hardworking, and determined not stopping until they got the job done and done right to-a-tee. Though they use to be cleaners on Earth, Hell nicknamed them the Movers stealing their deal with the almighty. Making their deal to stay out of the fiery inferno of Hell, The Movers worked for Heaven to pay off their debts moving the babies from your world, to our world. They are not exactly from Heaven and they are not from Hell. They are more in between, cussing like sailors when things don’t turn out the way they should, but they were always gentle with the babies and extremely careful. That’s why God made them little people from acting so big on Earth. They work all day everyday never stopping for breaks. They ate, slept and breathed their jobs at the MSI. The Movers never turned their backs for a second and never missed Heaven’s daily quota.

On the day I arrived, was when things started to fuel between old mob boss Craprini and his new found worker from the Dachinzi family who had become part of the recently dead. He was a clumsy, screw up goofy which aggravated Craprini to his soul. Not getting accustom to doing his job, he would forget to strap some of the babies for processing and ran extremely late with all deliveries. Before Dachinzi, it had been unlike what the Movers had been use to and what they had been known for doing, keeping deliveries and keeping time. All the Movers started to complain in fear of the worse. Up until that day, the factory had been notorious for prompt deadlines.

What the hell’s the matter with you? What type of business you think we’re running here, yelled Boss Craprini. You were supposed to be here hours ago!

I got lost, said Dachinzi. What do ya want me to do take the wrong baby? I’m trying over here!

How in the hell do you get lost on Earth? You just came from there you moron! Craprini reminded.

Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I know every part of it? he said real low.

What did you say ta me? Are you’s getting smart with me you ding bat? Have you seen the newspaper today? Have you, he said throwing the paper. You made the third page because you didn’t make it on time! The third page, meatball head!

I haven’t had time to see anything, Dachinzi holding me in his arms sighs. I’ve been busy! he smarted off.

Are you sassing me again? Cause I will come down there and break your neck like spaghetti! If you mess me up with the Holy Father, whoa! I swear, you will be sorry, said Craprini. You made page three dirt bag! Three! Consider yourself lucky! This is not like Earth where the clock runs on real time butt hole! What are you trying to do to us? Get us pinched? You know how he is! Mistakes can’t be made! It stops production! I’m trying to run a business here and keep us from down there, He gestured. Don’t you understand?

I know Boss! But do you see how many clocks are on the wall? Over there! Over there! I can’t keep up with all this time! It’s driving me crazy, says Dachinzi pointing. I don’t know wither I am coming, or going? He hunched his shoulder.

I’m telling yous about being late and yous talking to me about clocks on the wall! Sixty minutes late here is like three days late. You know that! Learn how to read the clocks for each time zone or I’m going to have to let you go, literally! says Craprini waving his hands. Frustrated, he makes a face pointing down below slicing his neck with his finger.

I’ll do a better run next time Boss! Dachinzi fast turns to place me on the conveyor belt looking nervous. When after all things, he forgets to strap me in right and Craprini sees. Arghhh, put the baby in the belt secure, Dachinzi stops nervously untangling his arms from the straps looking up at Craprini. What are you waiting on! he shouted.

You, you keep talking to me! You make me so gat dam nervous!

Nervous you say? I should be the one nervous cause of you! One foul up and you’ll be swimming with the fishes! Well, in your case with the demons in the lake of fire! Just remember that!

Well, if you just shut up! He whispers strapping me in shaking.

You say something to me? asks Craprini walking away halting.

Nope, just that you are the sunshine of my life, he says chipper then whispers as he turns. Asshole!

What you say?

Nothing, he said. I’m on a roll! That’s what I said!

Stop fooling around with that kid and do your next pick up, he yells. Oh yeah, and you’re the asshole my friend. You! He slammed his office door leaving Dachinzi behind frustrated and angry, so angry he did exactly what he was not to do again forgetting to strap me in secure. I went through the whole process and even was granted my wings when my security belt popped unlocked. The lights began to blink and alarms began to buzz. Like a bullet I shot forward ramming into other babies bumping and bouncing around through spins and twists out of control. Sliding at top speed, I shot out of processing rolling at high speeds to the floor. Workers tried to chase me crashing into each other. Rolling fast, I smashed the glass and out of the window I went hearing a crunch disappearing behind the dark clouds between Heaven and Hell. Elvis had left the building and everyone started to panic as the emergency buzzers started to go crazy being heard as far as the temple which meant all of Heaven was listening. It was the only time in millions of years the MSI factory shut down for a few minutes keeping the babies backed up. No one took blame for the accident, but fingers pointed to one, or two sources.

Falling endlessly through the Orion’s clustered stars the wind tickled my stomach seeing Earth coming towards me. Getting bigger by the second, I moved closer picking up speed and the wind pulled my eyes shut, taking my breath. Squinting, I sped downward at an accelerated rate like a ball of flame rocketing through space and time. I saw streams of light all around me and I started to feel like a feather. By the time I fell through the clouds seeing the Earth’s blue water, I passed out. I don’t remember hitting the waves, but thinking I was back on Earth I opened my eyes mistaken finding myself back in Heaven. Wrapped up in a towel The Movers were over me going to pieces drying my wet head.

It’s ok blue eyes we got ya, said Dachinzi wiping my face. He pulled my towel up to dry my back when he covered me quickly. Oh my, her wings are broken! Dam it! Then, I sneezed when they quickly out of shock covered their faces.

God bless you? I sneezed again.

Kazoom-tight! I sneezed again and they looked at each other cross with their hands up.

She just sneezed. Please do not tell me she just sneezed. Dachinzi started to cry breaking down while my cheeks got rosy and my nose ran sticky stuff.

Move out the way stupid let me see, said Craprini. Give me a tissue! He tapped my nose stretching the ooze in disbelief.

Is… is she still dead, he asked swallowing his spit. She has more color than she should. He slapped his self with both hands to his face jerking and I started to laugh sneezing like I had allergies blowing a bubble through my nose.

She does dummy! says Craprini grabbing his collar choking him. He slapped him to let go and he went to pieces while I laughed.

Now get a grip! I got an idea. We could cover her with powder, Baby Powder. They won’t notice it, said Dachinzi rubbing powder on me. The Cherubim’s are powdered fresh with palely flesh anyway?

But in time she would beam like a HD TV! It won’t last long. said Craprini.

Then we can fix her wing right, Boss? Tell me we can fix her wing. He cried and Craprini shook his head no.

We can’t fix her wings either! What the heck are we going to do, he shouted pacing. We’re in some deep shit! I’m goanna lose my job! I’m goanna get pinched for sure, all of us will and it is because of you! You stupid! How could you be so careless, he cried and I sneezed again and he moaned. Ooooooh, Jesus I’m going to Hell! And she’s still sneezing, he whined. He collapsed to the floor kneeling to God. Flopping his head to the carpet, his butt was in the air. I cracked up laughing. They were stupid. I’m going to burn in the lake of fire!

I… I… Oh, forget it! You are in some serious shit now, Boss, he told shaking his finger. You might as well face it!

We are in some serious shit asshole, what are you talking about? yelled Craprini hitting him when Heaven’s bells began to ring. They stopped motionless listening seeing a glow from around the cracks of the door terrified to move. The Permiter is on his way! said Craprini hopping up.

I’m getting the hell out of here! said Dachinzi and was snatched back by Craprini.

Oh no you won’t! You’re taking the heat for this buddy! he yelled. Listening to the Movers I was unable to speak. I had not yet been granted my vocal cords. I looked across the room and the door opened. A beam of light came piercing in and it got dim as the brightness almost blinded us all. They held their arms up to block the rays peeping as they squinted holding each other.

Dachinzi whispered, It’s too late. He’s here. A man appeared within the light walking toward me in a white suit flexing his wings then quickly folding them. The Movers bowed shifting out the way when the door closed. The Permiter was a slender, dark well-dressed man, baring a chain with a golden cross and sword around his neck. His eyes were as black as coal with a strong fearless appearance and a fixated stare that could make The Movers crumbled under pressure. He walked up looking down at us all as they kissed the tail of his coat one by one.

Evening, Your Greatness. Quivered Craprini.

Craprini, He greets low. How is she? Any cuts, bruises… .

No sir! She is fine! Just fine! We did the best we could for her! The Permiter looked curiously picking me up inspecting closely placing me back on the table holding and rubbing his chin. He took his glasses out of his pocket leaning in to pull down my eyes with his two long fingers pushing his glasses up on his face. The Movers were hitting each other hoping the Permiter would not unravel the towel.

Hmmm, He said. Something is not quite right. And he sniffed.

She is fine sir, said Craprini. She fell, she’s well, we caught her, bota bing bota boom she’s back in line with others and we are back in business! No problem, right! he nudged Dachinzi.

It was a bota boom alright! Big bota boom! said Dachinzi and Craprini slapped him on the head.

Stop it, shouted the Permiter and Dachinzi fainted as he turned his attention to me. Can you speak? He asked me, but I laughed, giggling aloud. His cold hands tickled my under arm pit. As he tried to hold me up again Craprini grabbed me to hide my broken wings not giving him a chance to lift me. He placed me back on the table looking at him strangely. Nervous, Dachinizi got up tripping over his feet, stumbling into Craprini who shoved him when the Permiter was not looking. He glanced at them and they straighten up like boards as I giggled some more like a human baby clapping my hands and playing with my toes. I wanted to eat them, but I was wrapped up to tight.

Is the deal over with, Craprini? Does our Lord have to make other arrangements? I need to know these things now and report back immediately. said the Permiter.

Your Greatness, us caecilian’s we’ve been in business for what, the pass 200 years! No one can guarantee results like we can your greatness, no one. If you’s can find a better working set of long gone and dead that can do better than us we’ll give you free work for hundred years! said Craprini convincing. The Permiter paced the floor listening as Dachinzi followed his knee caps petrified. The Permiter squatted down to glare in Dachinzi’s face and he buckled holding on to his shoulders lifted with a flick of the Permiter’s finger as Craprini spoke.

Is there a problem, Mover? You seem nervous, asked the Permiter. Look into my eyes. Say what you must! he swallowed his spit becoming hypnotized by his dark glance seeing flames behind his stare. Sweating like a pig he spoke.

A slight problem? says Dachinzi dazed and Craprini panicked.

He’s crazy, sir there is no problem I can’t fix! says Craprini stepping in front of him.

Your Greatness, there is a slight problem. He repeated like a robot and Craprini waved his hand in front of his face, but Dachinzi did not budge levitated back to ground level. There is a slight problem. He voiced once more.

Shut up, yelled Carprini. There-is-no-problem, sir we can’t fix!

What slight problem, asked the Permiter. He moved Carprini to the side with one arm. If there is some problem I need to know you must tell me!

Her wings are broken, sir! shouted Dachinzi and he jumped into Carprini’s arms covering his mouth and was dropped to the floor. The Permiter quickly touched my neck. A small little light appeared leaving his fingers lit like candles. When he let go, he blew them