The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing….
But what does Crowley think of it?
“Hark, the
herald angels si-ing….” Aziraphale absentmindedly hummed the rest of the
phrase while he dusted the bookshelf. His actions resulted more in transporting
the dust from the books onto his shop window. This was fine by him. Not only
did having a dusty window reduce customers, but it also gave it a nice, snowy
effect from the inside. “God and sinners
reconciled….” He moved along to the next shelf. The window was almost dusty
enough now that he could hardly see the fairy lights from the shop across the
street. He didn’t mind them, but if he couldn’t see out, then others couldn’t
see in. There was nothing like being able to see inside a store that made
people want to go into it.
