Sometimes, it's the small things that mean Christmas. I recall when this flying angels came out. You lit a couple candles, and the heat caused the blades to turn, and three angels with trumpets would spin around. Silly. Cheap.Little clappers would strike bells. But I recall watching it and the shadows it would through in a dark room and I would feel the world was okay. I sure wish I had a set of them right now.
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