| Santa was very cross. 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 while making the toys.
The reindeer had been playing their reindeer games all
afternoon and were dead tired.
To make matters worse, Rudolph 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 sleeping, the elves are on strike and I don't even have a Christmas tree yet! 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. He says, "Yo, fat Santa
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... |