DISCLAIMER: Stupid Joss and his acid...
TIMELINE: 6th season
SPOLIERS: The whole kit and caboodle. Though I have changed a couple things, like Buffy and Spike were never together, Angel slept with Darla, but we'll say he staked her afterwards. Okay?
SYNOPSIS: Buffy and Angel have a happy Christmas at the Hyperion.
DISTRIBUTION: Want? Take. Have. Link? Please.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For Tracy from her 4 B/A Fans Secret Sister, I hope you enjoy this, fluff is just what Christmas is all about. The challenge is at the bottom.
FEEDBACK: It'd be very very nice.
RATING: PG or PG-13 max

He watched her. In out, weaving a pattern, her hands moving lower. She was watching TV, quoting the lines from A Christmas Story. Her legs were crossed, her back against the couch. Her Curious George pajama pants stretched as she moved to adjust her position. Her large Angel Investigations sweatshirt was sliding off one shoulder. She finished one braid, tying it off with a rubber band. She stretched her fingers out then began to work on the other side.

Angel was fascinated by her. She was perfect. In this moment she was... normal. Down to the freshly painted toenails held apart by Christmas separators. She was a girl without a care in the world right then. She gave a small laugh, music to his ears. He smiled, happy to see her enjoying herself.

She finished French braiding her other pigtail and used a green tie to keep it from coming undone. Buffy blew on her toes, then checked to see if they were dry. She frowned when she saw that they had been smudged. Shrugging, she took the foam from her feet, and put it aside. She adjusted her sweatshirt so it was back on her shoulder. It feel back down and Angel laughed, alerting Buffy of his presence.

"Angel," she smiled even wider than before. "I call it the Flashdance," she indicated to her sweatshirt. "Come sit with me."

Happy to oblige Angel walked to her, sitting on the couch. Buffy pouted from her position on the floor.

"How's the weather up there?"

"Fine," Angel smiled, "You should join me."

Buffy stood up and sat next to him. She shifted a bit, stood again, and plopped herself on his lap, "Much better."

"Mmm hmm," the vampire agreed.

Angel kissed her exposed shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him. He smelled of pine needles, cinnamon sticks, vanilla, hot cocoa, and peppermint. The mixture of him and Christmas was overwhelming. This would be her first Christmas without her mother.

"Christmas in a few days," she said with a touch of sadness.

"I know," Angel said. Regret, sympathy, promise, love, and passion were all expressed in just two simple words.

"I wish she was here," she said picking at a cord from her pajama pants.

"Me too, more than you believe."

Buffy turned around, "Thank you, Angel. For letting Dawn and I live with you. I will find a way to pay you back, I promise."

Angel gave her a kiss before speaking, "You loved," he paused. "You love me, even if you had to pay me back- which you don't- that would be payment enough. Material possessions mean nothing to me, your happiness on the other hand does. Are you happy?" he asked, waiting for her answer.

"Do you have to ask?" she responded.

"Yes. I want to know that you are happy."

Buffy looked deep into his eyes, "Angel I will be honest. I am happy with you. When it comes to the real world, I feel like I am in hell. But in your arms... that is my heaven. Or as close to it here on earth. You and Dawn are the only people who don't make me feel like a freak."

"You're not a fre--" Buffy held up a hand to stop Angel before he could continue.

"I know, you say that, but Angel, every one has been treating me differently since my..." she struggled with a choice of words. "Coming back. Like I'm not Buffy. But you treat me like you always have, and you do not know how good that feels. To go back to a routine even if it's still in my bazarro life." Angel kissed her, giving her encouragement to go further.

"I love you, Angel. I want my life to be with you; I don't care about the curse or the vampire thing. If you had died all those years ago, you wouldn't be here with me."

"No, I wouldn't," Angel thought back to his life before vampires, before when he was human. Back when he was a useless and pathetic excuse for a human being.

"And when I think that," Buffy continued, "I think... I think of how selfish I am. You don't exist just to be with me, to love me. You don't need those guilty memories. You don't deserve them. At all. But I want you to know that I love you so much, and that I am happy to be here with you and Dawn. It's you two that make my life complete."

Angel kissed her once again, "And you say I'm the sweet talker."

Buffy made the first move to deepen the kiss, taking their re-newed relationship to a different level. Angel responded, slipping a hand under her shirt. Buffy's finger tangled in his hair as she tickled the bottom of his neck. She moaned and arched herself into him. Once things became more intense they broke apart,

"That was... new," Angel commented.

"When was that prophecy supposed to take place again?" Buffy sarcastically chuckled, taking the romantic mood right out the window.

*~*

Buffy removed her mittens from her hands. The wool was starting to scratch her hands. At the store they looked so cute, and the deep purple was gorgeous. She had bought the matching scarf and hat to complete the set. Though the latter had been taking off due to extreme heat.

"Okay, isn't Christmas time supposed to be cold? Or cool? I could settle for cool," Buffy complained to Angel. Her previous thoughts of her mother gone for the moment.

"Well think of it this way," Angel offered his voice dripping with sarcasm, "we live in LA."

"I don't know where you picked up the sarcastic/mean/non-you thing from."

Angel grinned as he brushed his fingers against a tree branch knocking some fake snow off the needles, "From you. And Dawn. And Cordelia."

"Ahhh. Question answered," Buffy stopped walking.

Angel turned, "Buffy are you okay?"

"I want that one, oh Angel look at it! It's perfect! Please?"

About thirty trees surrounded the couple, some were covered in fake snow but most were just green. Angel made his way to the Christmas tree Buffy had pointed out. They were shopping for a tree to put up in the hotel; Dawn had yawned at the offer, so the couple went alone. It was warm outside, though much cooler than the day had been. Angel couldn't help but grin at Buffy's enthusiasm. She took Christmas so seriously, wanting to make this year perfect for Dawn. He sized up the tree; it was at least 8 feet tall. There was no doubt that Angel would not deny his love that tree, the only thing he worried about was how to get it home.

"May I help you sir?" a man covered in layers asked him. He looked to be about forty years old and had a five o'clock shadow. His worker boots had come untied as he had walked to Buffy and Angel. Angel could smell the sweat beading off the man.

"Oh, yes, we'd like this tree right here," he answered pointing the Buffy tree.

Buffy turned her attention from the tree to the man; she almost shuddered at how warm it must have been inside his clothes, "Aren't you hot?"

"Me? Oh yeah, but we are supposed to look, 'warm' for the job."

"Ugh. Well good luck with that," Buffy sympathized for the man.

"Thanks," he smiled at her, admiring her tight sweater. Her coat had come off a long time ago. Too hot. Angel noticed the man's wandering eyes and brought the topic back to his and Buffy's tree.

"So, about this tree..."

*~*

"Angel, are you sure you don't mind putting all of our ornaments on the tree? I mean, don't you want some of your own?"

Angel's face dropped for a moment, "I have no ornaments. The ones you have are all I have."

Buffy looked down, "Oh, I'm sorry."

Angel sadly smiled, "Don't be. So you and Dawn made all these?"

Buffy hung a Popsicle stick reindeer on a branch. She remembered painting the sticks brown in third grade. Joyce had come to her classroom, bringing supplies for the whole class to make the simple decorations. Dawn had been in pre-school and wasn't in school that day so she had tagged along.

Her thoughts traveled back to her mom, standing in front of the class, telling them how to glue the sticks to make a triangle, then helping them tie the pipe cleaners to the two edges. She remembered helping Dawn glue the red pom pom nose to the bottom because her sister couldn't do it.

Buffy forced the tears that welled up back down, this was her year to have a great Christmas with Angel. Dawn had surprised both Buffy and Angel when she told them she planned on spending Christmas with her father. Buffy was shocked that Hank was even in LA around Christmas. He hadn't been in California for Christmas in the past seven years.

She couldn't force Dawn to spend Christmas with her and Angel.

She saw Angel hang up a plastic menorah, stopping briefly to examine it, making sure it was truly that.

"Willow gave it to me a couple years ago to remind me that 'Not every body worships Santa'," Buffy laughed.

"Sounds like Willow," Angel commented.

He rolled his eyes as Buffy lifted a Scooby Doo ornament. He remembered Xander giving Buffy that one. He had been with her when she exchanged gifts with her friends. Willow had even managed to get him a book. He had read it before, but didn't tell her that. He was happy just receiving a gift from the Wiccan. She had always been so nice to the couple, always rooting them on. Always trying to include Angel. He just wished he could find a way to tell her how much that in itself meant.

He loved decorating this tree with Buffy. There were two Tupperware bins filled with ornaments, each one holding so many memories. There were ones that were obviously homemade, and some that were bought, but had small messages on them or names and dates carved to the back.

Angel picked out a piece of paper with a hole punch at the top. A loop of yarn was tied through the hole and a small picture of Buffy and Dawn was in the middle. And held it close to his eyes, wanting to capture every detail of Buffy when she was younger. She still had her same basic features, as did Dawn. The girls were wearing matching red and green Christmas dresses.

His fingers brushed against the glossy finish of the picture. Angel's mouth turned up a bit, admiring the innocence of both children. Buffy was missing a tooth, and obviously displaying it proudly. Dawn was still a baby; Angel could see a glimpse of her diaper from where Buffy was holding her.

Buffy came to Angel's side, wondering what he was spending so much time looking at. Her eyes widened at the picture. She quickly snatched it from his hands, "Angel!"

"What?" he asked with a grin.

"That is a horrible picture!" she stuck it in her back pocket.

"It's wonderful," Angel said, making his way over to her to take the picture back.

Buffy moved around the tree slowly, "It is not, did you see my hair?"

"You had beautiful hair," Angel darted around the tree catching up with Buffy. He took her in his arms and as quick as a snap he pulled the photo from her back pocket.

"Hey! Supernatural reflexes shouldn't count, mister," she playfully pocked him in the chest.

"Oh really?"

"Yep. Though in my defense, you started it."

Angel looked puzzled, "What?"

Buffy launched herself at him, toppling him to the ground. She wrestled him for the picture, and after a couple minutes, won. She was giggling the whole time. Her eyes locked with Angel's and they both shared a sigh. It had been a long time since either of them had had actual fun. Buffy leaned down and kissed him.

Angel stroked lazy circles on her back; wishing that every moment in their life could be like it was right then. When the kiss ended, Buffy opened her eyes, "Angel on top?"

"What?" Angel was confused again. He was still getting used to the way Buffy spoke, she never really explained herself at first. He missed that very much, the way she spoke, the way she dressed, the way she laughed. He had missed it all and was suddenly realizing it. His life had been empty when he left. Without her, he just survived. Never really feeling any emotion deeply, he just existed. Angel gazed back up to her eyes, the eyes that held so much life in them.

Buffy was giving him a blank look, "Angel, honey? Did you hear me?"

"No, sorry, thinking," he told her.

"Of the tree. Will you help me put the angel on top of the tree?"

Angel snapped back, "Oh, of course, yeah."

*~*

Angel winced as the sound of metal hitting metal reached his ears. Buffy scooped another spoonful of the batter and plopped it back onto the sheet. He heard the horrible noise again.

"Must you do that so loud?" he asked, sticking a finger in his ear.

"Supernatural hearing isn't helping with this, is it?" she asked with a hint of mockery.

"Not funny."

Buffy smiled, "I never said it was."

"You did too-- okay well the tone wasn't..." Angel groaned, "oh, nevermind."

Buffy just laughed, "Come on, help me with these."

Angel grabbed the spoon next to the batter bowl that Buffy had laid out for him. He picked it up and scooped some batter, "Aren't these supposed to be rolled into balls?"

"Angel, we *so* do not have time for that."

"Buffy, it's only three o'clock. What do you mean we don't have time?"

"I have a last minute gift to get."

Angel raised his head from his work. He knew for a fact that Buffy had finished her Christmas shopping a long time ago. She hated waiting in lines for anything. Her policy was that life was too short to spend it waiting in lines. He agreed. Well not really about the life being too short part, but that waiting in lines was a pain.

"For whom?"

Buffy went back to the cookies, "For me to know and you to find out."

He could hear the excitement from her voice. He thought back to last year when Cordelia had dragged him shopping at the last minute. She had said it was for one last minute gift. Though for some reason one gift had turned into five. Then five became ten. He remembered wondering where all the money had come from to pay for those gifts. He knew for a fact that she wasn't that rich. Though he had given her some money for Christmas...

"Do I have to go with you?" he asked. He wanted to go with her, but he thought back to a woman punching another over a simple toy and decided he wanted to stay home and read.

"Nah," she shrugged, "but then I need the keys to the car."

"I'll go," he said immediately. Loaning the car to Buffy was not an option, and it hadn't been for a while. She was a crazy driver in Sunnydale. He didn't even want to try to get her in the LA streets. He was trying to protect innocents, not expose them to danger.

"Please? Angel," she begged, pouting, hoping to get him to ease up on her.

"Maybe on the way home," he said with a big sigh. Maybe she would forget.

Buffy knew she would remember.

*~*

"You realize that washing the dishes usually comes after cooking?" Angel said as he and Buffy walked out of the kitchen.

The cookies had been sprinkled and put into tins. Xander and Anya would be getting the majority of the treats, but other friends or family members would receive them too.

"Yes, I know. But I figure we won't be out that long, I seriously only need only thing. Besides we are letting the dishes soak. Okay?"

"Sure," Angel sighed as he stepped into the car.

After fiddling with the radio for a while Buffy leaned back into her seat, "Angel why did you want that picture of Dawn and me?"

"I don't know, I'd never seen a picture of you so young. You were even perfect back then."

Buffy's cheeks blushed. The day Angel stopped complimenting her would probably be that day she died. And even then he would continue. She took in everything around her. Of all the places she would want to be this Christmas it would have to be with Angel.

It would have been better if Dawn would spend the holiday with her and Angel though. Buffy felt a bit betrayed by Dawn's actions. Dawn knew the importance of this Christmas, and chose to spend it away from her only sister. She chose to spend it with the absent father nonetheless! It wasn't that she didn't like Angel, she did. She loved him in fact. Dawn had told her that one night not too long ago. She was glad to be back in LA, and she was happy to be living with Buffy and Angel. And that Dawn preferred Angel to Riley.

Angel felt everything and knew the way life worked out. He didn't treat Dawn as a child or any differently for that matter. He included her in his plans, and thought of her as a sister. "Which was," as Dawn had said, "good to know, being that I am sorta his sister-in-law."

Buffy jumped back into reality as the car pulled to a stop. Angel cut off O Holy Night by turning off the engine. He pocketed the keys and opened Buffy's door. Angel was, of course, always the perfect gentlemen.

The mall was packed, Buffy realized as she slipped her hand into Angel's. It quickly took on her warmth, which chased away the chill from the first contact. Angel had parked as far as the parking lot would allow. After three minutes of walking they reached the entrance to the mall.

Buffy stepped in and headed straight for the store she wished to make her purchase. Angel began to follow her but Buffy stopped him a hand to his chest. He stooped instantly and gave her questioning eyes.

"I'll be right back," she said, leaving him standing by a pop machine.

Angel stood there, awkwardly, awaiting the return of his love. A flash of color caught his eye and he turned his head. A man was balancing two bean bag chairs under his arms. The purple one kept dropping while the green one was slipping. Angel made his way over to help the man.

Buffy saw Angel go over to help the man and decided that was her time to hurry up, before Angel got curious as to why she entered a Hallmark store. She browsed the aisles, looking for a small picture frame. She wanted to frame the picture that Angel wanted. Now that she thought about it, it sounded like a pretty lame gift. But it was too late now.

She spotted the frame in another aisle and quickly walked to get it before anybody else could. On her way she saw another woman eyeing the same frame. Buffy picked up her pace, as did the woman. At the last minute Buffy reached out and grabbed the frame right before the woman hand felt an empty spot.

Buffy gave a quick smile of triumph as the woman scoffed at her. The woman looked mean anyway, sharp features and bright red lipstick. She tugged the leash on her child harshly and left the store in defeat. Buffy felt a brief pang of empathy for the child, but then thought that there really was nothing that she could do but feel sorry for the toddler.

The slayer quickly looked out the store window to see if she could see Angel. He was just helping the man to get the chairs out the main doors. Good, Buffy thought. Now she could wait in this really long line. She mentally checked to see how many items each person in front of her had. To her amazement, most of them had at least ten gifts or more. Buffy checked the rest of lines, looking for something a bit more promising.

She spotted a line that seemed to have only two people in it. Without making eye contact with the line she made her way over. She hoped that nobody would notice this before her. She grinned a bit after entering the line. Then frowned when she noticed the cashier was having trouble with a credit card. The owner of the card seemed to be sure that the card was still okay to use, but the cashier insisted that it was invalid.

Buffy sighed, this was why she avoided last minute shopping, long lines, and waiting in line was almost like road rage. The effects of being caught in traffic and waiting to buy gifts were strangely meshing together.

After the angry customer stormed off in a fit of rage Buffy's line began moving. She noticed that people slowly made their way over to her. She handed over the frame, it rung up just what she thought it would and Buffy paid for it. She walked out of the store and sat on a bench. Angel was still nowhere in sight and Buffy thought she had time so she quickly took out the picture of her and Dawn from her pocket. She removed the frame from the bubble wrap and slid the picture into the holder.

Buffy noticed Angel walking to the front doors and she slid everything into her purse. Angel spotted her and met her halfway.

"I noticed a guy was having trouble so I--" Angel explained.

"I saw. That was really sweet of you."

"It was... nothing," Angel tried to dismiss the topic. "So did you find what you wanted?"

Buffy felt Angel's eyes glance over her, checking to see if she had any bags with her.

"Nope, they didn't have it. Must be the Christmas rush," she lied.

"Oh," if Angel knew she was lying he didn't mention it. "What do you want to do now?"

"Let's walk around for a bit, I'm not really in the mood to do dishes," she laughed.

Angel agreed and they walked around the mall for a bit. Buffy took in all the sights and sounds of Christmas. Jingle bells played around them as they rode down the escalator. The couple continued walking around, stopping to share a cinnamon roll at a bakery. As they were eating Buffy's lips fell into a sad smile.

A little girl sat on the Santa's lap, telling him what she wanted for Christmas. Buffy could hear bits and pieces of what the child was saying. She caught "doll" and "makeup." Angel noticed this and waited for Buffy to tell him what she was thinking.

Finally she spoke, "Mom used to take Dawn and I to see Santa. Dad was too busy working. Every year on December 22nd we went. Dawn was always kicking and screaming when it was here turn. She even bit him one year," Buffy laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah. But I remember wanting to tell him everything I wanted. He was the one person I trusted, because every Christmas I received everything I had asked for. It was like he just knew every time. And that was nice."

"When did your parents tell you?" he asked quietly.

"They didn't actually. The one Christmas I asked Santa to make my parents stop fighting. And it didn't happen. It was then that I really knew I guess. And after that I just gradually stopped believing. They didn't have to tell me."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault Angel. I have you to trust now. And if anything, I feel a lot better with you that with Santa. There is just something about that innocence that I miss. But I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"Thank you, Buffy. That means more to me than you know," Angel leaned over the table and kissed her.

"If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be?" Angel wondered aloud.

"The opportunity to be with you. A way for your soul to be yours. That's what I'd ask for."

Buffy licked away the last bit on cinnamon goo on her lip and noticed that their roll was finished.

"What do you say we go home?" she offered, lightening the mood.

"Thank goodness you said it. The noise was really starting to get to me."

Buffy smiled, giving the Santa a quick smile over her shoulder as they left, "Can I drive?"

*~*

"Angel, will you start the dishes, I need to go do something."

"Uh huh, sure," Angel said sarcastically.

"Hey! I seriously have something to do, don't mock. I will be right back."

Buffy rushed up the stairs to wrap Angel's gift. She grabbed the nearest paper to her, quickly putting the frame back into its box. She wrapped it and stuck a tag on. She took the stairs two at a time going down. Angel was engrossed in the dish washing so she silently slid the box with the other gifts, making it look like it had been there the whole time.

Buffy made her way to the kitchen, sneaking up on Angel while he did the dishes from their previous cooking experience. She tapped Angel on the shoulder, startling him a bit.

"Scared? Angel I thought that it was the other way around. I caught you brooding, didn't I?"

"Yeah," he fake-breathed a sigh. "You did."

Buffy raised a hand to remove some bubbles from his shirt, "I like the look. It suits you."

Angel rolled his eyes, then narrowed them, and turned his back. Buffy took this personally and exclaimed, "What? Angel, I didn't mean literally. I was just joking."

She turned him around and was faced with a huge hand of bubbles, "Oh, I see planning against me. Well, then..." She took the nozzle from the sink and sprayed Angel, soaking his burgundy sweater. He gasped in shock then threw soapy water on her, equally soaking her shirt, and the top of her jeans.

"You are so going to pay for that," she laughed as she ran to him.

Angel managed to get the nozzle from her and sprayed her hair. As a last resort she reached a hand up and messed his perfectly gelled hair. Angel's eyes widened and he splashed her with more water. She started giggling, falling to the floor with laughter. Angel was going to spray her once again when he slipped on a piece of wet tile. He landed with a wet thunk and feed to Buffy's giggles.

Angel reached over and pulled her to him. He kissed her, ignoring her laughter in between kisses. Her hair dripped tiny droplets on his cheek as he ran his hand through her hair. Angel lifted her up to him and brought her to the counter. Buffy removed Angel's shirt, frustrated that she couldn't get her fingers under the wet material. Angel too became frustrated with Buffy's wet shirt and took it off. Just when Buffy hands started moving lower the couple pulled apart.

"This is pretty aggravating," Angel stated.

"Yeah, it is. But I mean we'll deal, after all, we have to. We just can't keep ending up all angry at our situation. That's all. Why don't we just go to bed, hmmm? It will be Christmas tomorrow after all. Happy. Right?"

"Yeah," Angel said, kissing her briefly before leading her to the bedroom.

The mess could be cleaned up tomorrow morning.

*~*

Angel groaned. He could feel his love bouncing on the bed; it was giving him a headache. He cracked an eye open, and sure enough, Buffy was bouncing on the bed, her penguin boxers flying up as she jumped higher and higher.

"You're going to hit the ceiling, you know."

"Yep," she continued bouncing.

He reached over for her abandoned pillow and hit the back if her legs.

"Hey!" she cried in protest, "What was that for?"

"You're giving me a headache."

"Vampires don't get headaches," Buffy shot back.

Angel stopped. She was right, there was no way that a bouncing bed could give a vampire a headache. His first thought was that something was wrong, but he just felt different. As his face grew serious Buffy stopped jumping.

"Angel... Are you okay?"

"I'm warm," Angel stated.

"You are?"

"Yes. Why am I warm?"

Buffy reached a hand to his heart and felt it beating.

"Angel," Buffy said unbelievably, "you're human."

"But, how?" Angel became suspicious.

"Willow said she was going to try something for Christmas, but she never said what it was. Do you think...?"

Angel handed Buffy the phone. He couldn't help but feel an overpowering sense of joy. But he knew that happy things never happened to him. Someone or something always took it away. He heard Buffy speaking to Willow on the phone; he saw her smile growing wider and wider. It must be true. But how?

"You're human Angel. Willow figured it out last night. She said she received some help but didn't tell me who it was. What matters is that you're human."

"You're human," Buffy repeated herself. "You're human," After finally picking it up she shouted, "You're human! Oh my God! It's real! You're truly--"

She was interrupted when Angel kissed her with bone crushing passion. They could finally be together, and Angel wasn't going to let another minute go by without seizing the opportunity to show Buffy how much he really want to be with her.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, my Angel. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Buffy."

Tracy's Challenge: (I did change some things, sorry girlie.)

*Okay, it takes place during the sixth season. Buffy and Dawn are living with Angel at the hotel. You make up the reason why. Angel's still a vamp and the curse is still in effect, but they're happy with just being together with actual togetherness. It's Christmas and B/A are spending it together by themselves, Angel's gang all have plans elsewhere and Dawn is at her fathers, so it's just them. Basically what I want is a fluffy happy, B/A Christmas fic.

*Try to include all or any of the following: -Buffy and Angel getting in a water fight while washing dishes, ending with a heavy make out session.
-A pillow fight
-An over-excited Buffy waking Angel up on Christmas morning by jumping on the bed
-B/A baking Christmas cookies
-Them going to the mall to do last minute Christmas shopping and Buffy sitting on the lap of the mall Santa Clause and telling him what she wants for (Angel turning human, permanent soul, etc) and Christmas morning when they wake up it has happened.
-Something to do with Scooby Doo (someone watching the cartoon or movie, scooby slippers, boxers, watch, etc.)
-Buffy being upset about it being her first Christmas without her mom and Angel comforting her
-Buffy and Angel picking out a X-mas tree together and decorating it and an argument over which goes on top: star or angel

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