This stressed Santa even more. Then when he went to harness the 
                 Reindeer, he found three of them were about to give birth and 
              two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More 
                                             stress. 

                Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked 
                   and the toy bag  fell to the ground, and scattered the toys. 

                   So, frustrated, Santa went back into the house for a cup of 
         coffee and a shot of whiskey. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the 
            elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, 
              he accidentally dropped the coffee pot and it broke into hundreds of 
                              little pieces all over the kitchen floor. 

               He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw 
           it was made from. Just then, the doorbell rang and Santa cussed his way to 
              the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great 
                                      big Christmas Tree. 

                 The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it 
                  just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it just a 
                       lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?" 

                                    Guess what santa said ??? 

                     Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the 
                                        Christmas tree. 

                                        Merry Christmas 
                                        My Dear Friends...