Yesterday I was sharing with an occasional worshipper at church that her daughter had designed our cut out animals and helped design the angels; she enjoyed our attempts at inclusivity, including one angel with a walking stick.

She observed that her church had a paraplegic angel - one who had, somewhere along the lines, lost her legs.  On their tree, in the interests of fairness, the angels take turns to be at the top of the tree and then, year by year, work their  way down to the bottom, before the cycle begins again! (And you all thought I was a bit OCD!)

I really like this idea... the refusal to discard the "broken" angel, the sharing of honour among the whole set (she didn't say how many they had), that the first becomes last and the last, first.  Somehow it speaks deep theological truths.