posted on December 11, 2002 12:48:06 PM new
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 worked in order to make toys, and were threatening to
go on strike. The reindeer had been drinking eggnog all afternoon. To
make matters worse, a few of the other elves 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 walking out, 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. The angel said, "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...
