Once Upon a Christmas Tree...
CHRISTMAS JUST WASN'T THE SAME. It was supposed to be a happy
time, but it wasn't. Santa was really pissed. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING
was going right. Mrs. Claus had burned all the Christmas cookies. The Elves
were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had put in while
making toys, and the reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead
drunk. They had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and crashed
it into a tree, breaking off one of the runners. Santa was beside himself
with anger.
"I CAN"T believe it! I've got to deliver millions of presents all
over the world in just a few hours from now and all my reindeer are drunk,
my 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 said: "Yo, Santa, where do you want me to stick the Christmas tree
this year???" And thus the tradition of Angels perched on top of the
Christmas trees came to pass. . . .