When I was very young, there were uncles to beg into
lighting, one more time, the candles on the miraculous little machine that caught the rising heat
of the flames to
spin a fan that whirled around small brass angels with long wands,
ringing miniature bells with each revolution.
It's a visual knock - out with the sensibility
of a pinball machine, caroming from one set piece to the next, turning on
lights and
spinning little flippy things and
ringing bells.