"son, you have been such a bad boy this year. You had better go straight to Jesus. I don't think a letter to Santa will get the job done."

so the little boy goes back to his room and starts his letter.

Dear Jesus,

If I promise to be good for a whole month........

He wads up the paper and throws it away. "Man, I could never make a month."

Dear Jesus,

If I promise to be good for a whole week.......

again, he wads it up and throws it away..."that is way too long."

Dear Jesus,

If I promise to be good for a whole day...

and again, that would be too long....

he is now pretty frustrated and decides to go for a walk to think about the problem...On his walk he passes a church with a Nativity scene. He picks up the statue of Mary and takes it home.

Now he knows what to do and starts another letter....

Dear Jesus,

If you ever want to see your mother again......

Here another one!

Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree.

Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours - all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don't even have a Christmas tree!

I sent that stupid Little Angel out HOURS ago to find a tree and he isn't even back yet! What am I going to do?"

Just then, the Little Angel opened the front door and stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christmas tree. He says "Yo, fat man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?"

And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas trees came to pass...