The smallest angel pouted. “It’s not fair,” she complained. “Why can’t I go?”
The bigger angels laughed. “You haven’t learned how to fly. How would you get there? You must wait until your wings are strong enough to carry you.”
“But the new king will be grown up by then. I want to see the special baby when he’s new born and really tiny. I’ve never seen a baby king before.”
“Neither have we,” said the bigger angels. “Don’t worry, little angel, we’ll tell you all about him when we get back. And as a special treat, we’ll let you slide down a rainbow into the pot of gold at the bottom. You’ll love that.”
“Huh!” said the smallest angel, and turned her back.
When the sound of angel wings beating the air and angel voices singing in harmony had faded away, the smallest angel wandered around heaven looking for something to do. She was lonely and bored. Heaven felt empty without the myriads of angels making music and singing and flying.
As she stood on the golden turret of a golden castle wondering whether to jump off just test her wings, she heard a deep voice say, “Be careful, little angel. Be very careful.”
Oh dear! God with his deep kind eyes was watching her. The smallest angel smiled her sweetest, cutest smile, obediently climbed down from the turret and wandered on until she was sure God had turned away. Then, without another thought, she leaped onto a passing cloud and snuggled down into its fluffy depths.
It was so comfortable that in no time at all, the smallest angel had fallen asleep. When she awoke, it was quite dark. The fluffy cloud had drifted far from heaven and was now cold and grey and wet. The smallest angel had no idea where she was. She felt frightened, cold and alone in the dark night sky.
Just then the moon came out, bright and shining with a silvery glow. The smallest angel spotted a moonbeam stretching from the sky towards earth. With the biggest jump ever, she managed to land on the moonbeam, and found herself sliding, sliding, sliding all the way down.
It was a lovely feeling, until the smallest angel saw the tops of mountains rushing towards her. Then she thought it was time to leave so she caught hold of the corner of a passing star. Clinging on for all she was worth, the smallest angel found herself being carried across the night sky by the star.
Looking down she could see men on camels travelling across the desert in exactly the same direction as the star. The star travelled on and on, across plains and forests, seas and towns, with the smallest angel clinging to one of its points. Eventually the smallest angel spotted a village with houses and lights. It felt as though the star was slowing down. Then she heard a sound she knew well, the sound of a heavenly choir.
The smallest angel gulped. She had a feeling she would be in awful trouble. Just at that moment the star suddenly stopped. It stopped over a stable, its light shining into the stable onto a baby snuggled into hay in a manger. But the star stopped so abruptly that the smallest angel shot off. Before she knew what was happening, she fell straight into the manger on top of the baby.
The smallest angel felt like bursting into tears. She feared she might have hurt the baby, and she didn’t want to do that. Then the strangest thing happened. The baby opened its eyes, and the smallest angel found herself looking straight into the deep, kind eyes of God.
The smallest angel realised then that God had been watching over her all the time and that God himself was the baby in the manger. With a big smile, the smallest angel hugged the baby tight. The baby put his little hand on her back, and immediately the smallest angel found she could fly.
Happily, she flew off to join all the other angels in the heavenly host. She had found the baby king and that was all she wanted.