A Bad Day At The North Pole




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...........