She closed her eyes as she remembered her favorite Christmas, the one where she and her brother Jimmy each got a pony...

Christmas on the ranch was magical. Angel loved everything about growing up in Montana where there was room to run, to breathe, to simply be at rest and peace. Angel loved that about her childhood, probably now more than ever. At 20 Angel was as wild as the land she grew up oN. She had left the valleys of Montana for the city skylights of New York hoping for what most hope to achieve in the bigger cities with greater opportunities, or so it seemed. City life, however, was nothing like she thought it would be. Smiles were rare as people became too wraped-up in their own respective worlds to really care about yours. Above all the noise, cars, and hum of the city Angel just couldn't hear herself anymore. Everyday Angel became a little more lost and alone. Christmas was right around the corner though, and she was going home. Tiny was long gone, but she could still picture that little bay pony with eyes that gleamed mischief...oh how she missed home!