One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed out Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were getting ready to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heavens knows where. More stress.
Then when he begin to load one of the boards cracked , and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and broke it into a hundred little pieces all over the floor. He went to get the broom and found that the mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irratible Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there stood a little Angel with a great Christmas tree.
The Angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little Angel on top of the Christmas tree.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were getting ready to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heavens knows where. More stress.
Then when he begin to load one of the boards cracked , and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and broke it into a hundred little pieces all over the floor. He went to get the broom and found that the mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irratible Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there stood a little Angel with a great Christmas tree.
The Angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little Angel on top of the Christmas tree.