As Christmas approached, Santa was naturally getting stressed out. Well, things quickly went from bad to worse. When he went outside to check on the reindeer, he discovered two were pregnant and another had a broken leg. When he called the agency for replacements, all he got was voice mail.
Then when Santa went back inside, he discovered that the elves had gone on strike, demanding more cookies. Santa ran over to Mrs. Claus and begged her to bake more cookies so that the elves would get back to work. Mrs. Claus had a hissy fit and told the Jolly One that she was going to Florida for the holidays.
At this point, the phone rang and Santa was informed that he was being sued for a trillion dollars because some bratty kid from Australia (who, on these pages, will remain nameless) choked on an eye which had detached from a teddy bear.
Finally, there was a knock on the door. When Santa opened the door, there stood an adorable little angel, holding a 12 foot Christmas tree. The angel demurely asked, "I got your tree Santa! Where do you want me to stick it?"
...and that, boys and girls, is how the holiday tradition of placing an angel on top of a Christmas tree came to pass.
Merry Christmas to All and to All some Preparation H.
