I messed up my Christmas miracle.
That's a big no-no for an angel. My boss shrunk my wings as a consequence. But did he have to make them so small? They're the size of baby cupid wings for cloud's sake
That's why I've been hiding out on earth, in the small town of Silver Springs-feeding my shoe obsession and trying to understand humans so I can magic up a winning miracle this year.
But humans are impossible to understand. They wear...