One Christmas a long time ago Santa Claus had
problems. Four of his elves were sick so
Santa got behind schedule. Then Mrs Claus
told Santa that her Mum was coming to visit;
this stressed Santa even more. He went to see
his reindeer and found that three of them
were about to give birth. More stress. Then
when he began to load the sleigh he dropped
the toy bag and scattered the toys.
Santa went into the house for a shot of whisky
but the elves had drunk him dry.
Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed
on his way to the door. There was a little
angel with a big Christmas tree. "Merry Christmas
Santa", said the angel, "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 angel on
top of the Christmas tree.
Blame POPBITCH
