As I begin, I think it is necessary to start simple, humble, and most importantly precious. One of my favorite stories that was read to me as a child, and read to my parents, was "The Littlest Angel" by Charles Tazewell.
Back in the era of radio entertainment, Charles Tazewell was approached to write a story and this little angel is what he produced. The story first premiered on the Christmas radio show of Manhattan at Midnight in 1939. Later this story would become a children's storybook, and even a feature film.
The story follows the Littlest Angel as he enters Heaven and of course he is not the most angelic of the heavenly host. Often running late to evening prayers, having a crocked halo, singing off-tune in the heavenly choir, and wings that were not practiced in flying, he was often seen as the least of the angels. However, it comes to pass that Jesus is born in Bethlehem, and all of Heaven shows out with gifts to the Savior. The Littlest Angel has little to give, but his single possession left under his bed back home: a box filled with treasures only a little boy treasures. Embarrassed, and thinking his gift irrelevant to the Christ child, he cries and wishes to take his gift back. God, on the other hand, sees the gift as humble and as precious as the birth of His Son. He accepts his gift and from that day till this, the star can still be seen in the sky.
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