This is one carried over from the old forum
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 Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were
about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven
knows where. More stress.
Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the
toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.
So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot
of whiskey. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves
had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration,
he accidentally dropped the coffee pot and it broke into hundreds of
little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and
found that mice had eaten the straw it was made from.
Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door. He
opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas
tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas Santa. Isn’t it
just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn’t it just a
lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?”
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas
tree….
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