Santa was very upset. 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 and all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I
don't even have a Christmas tree!"
He continued, "And
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
behind him.
He said, "Yo, fat
man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?"
And thus the tradition of
angels atop the Christmas tree came to pass........
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