When I got my first tree, my parents surprised me with it about 2 weeks before Christmas. We went shopping to find stuff like a tree-topper and, of course, the stores were picked clean. So we ended up buying an angel that was, um, less than attractive. Or, as my dad put it, "She kind of looks a little bit like a hooker." Why the person who made the angel felt the need to slather drag-queen-level makeup all over an ANGEL, for Pete's sake, is beyond me. But I kept her (and still have her!) for several years and every time I put her on the tree, I laughed.