Not long ago and far away, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip-but there were problems everywhere.
Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves didn't 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 mum 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.
Totally frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a soothing beer. When he went to the fridge he found the elves had been into his lagers and there were none left. In his frustration, he 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 swore 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, "Where would you like to put this tree, fat man?"
And that, my friend, is how the little angel came to be on top of the Christmas tree.
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