THE ANGEL ON THE TREE….
July 19th, 2005
One Christmas long, long ago, Santa was getting ready for his
annual trip. There was one problem after another that year; a
few of the best elves came down with the flu, and the trainee
elves didn’t make toys as fast as the usual guys so Santa was
really feeling the pressure of being behind schedule.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that one of them
were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were
out somewhere. He ran around in a panic until he found them, then
went inside and Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mother was coming
to visit! Needless to say, this stressed poor Santa even more.
Then, when he began to load up the sleigh, one of the runners
cracked and the sack fell to the ground and scattered toys
everywhere. Fuming, Santa found a couple of carpenter elves to
fix the sleigh and went into the house for a cup of coffee and
a shot of whiskey.
When he went to the cupboard, he found that the elves had been
hitting the liquor and there was nothing left to drink. An empty
bottle fell out of the cabinet and shattered all over the floor.
Scowling, he went to get the broom and found that mice had chewed
up the straw and it was hardly usable.
Just then the doorbell rang and Santa muttered and cursed to
himself all the way to the door. He opened the door, and there
was a little angel there, dragging a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said, “I’m running late, where do you want me to put
this tree, fat man?”
And that is how the little angel came to be on top of the Christmas
tree!