It all started about 26 years ago. My husbands sister died at the tender age of 26 :( Since that day my husband would not allow me to put any kind of topper on our Christmas tree. No star or angel, no ribbon, nothing. Fast forward a few years later and we begin our family. One Christmas season my son returned home from preschool, all smiles and proud of the paper angel he had fashioned at school out of a paper plate and popsicle stick. My husband picked him up and held him up to the top of the tree where my son proudly displayed his masterpiece...here we are over 25 years later, we decorate the tree very classy, shiny and bright and the final touch is stored away safely in a n old torn tattered box and the last thing to go on the tree is his paper plate angel. I secretly like to think of it as Louise looking down at us from above.