One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa
was getting ready for his annual trip ... but there were problems everywhere.
Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did
not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so
Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming tovisit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that 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 into the house for a cup
of coffee and a shot of whiskey. When he went to the
cupboard, he discovered that 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 on 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?"
And thus began the tradition of sticking the little
angel on top of the Christmas tree.