“Home movie time!” cried God. He was lugging the old cardboard box of VHS cassettes up from the basement.
The cherubim and seraphim on the couch nodded, their grins fixed.
God knelt by the television. “Has someone tampered with this?” He asked. “It’s blinking twelve again.”
“We had that power outage,” volunteered a cherubim. “It probably reset.”
“Hmph,” said God. “It better not eat my tapes. I lost the one of the birth, you know.”
The angelic crowd knew. None of them would admit it. It was perhaps the only decent thing the Lightbringer had done for his fellow angels.
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