These three tiny angels once danced around a red plastic mid-century music box, given to me when I was about five years old by my Aunt Peg. I think it lasted the ride home in the car - no wait, that was the snowglobe that dropped from my sleepy hands and smashed on the driveway. That's the last I saw of that. But this is what is left of the music box: the angels; one without her wings, another without her torch. Charmers, just the same.