One particular Christmas season a long time ago Santa was ready for his Christmas run…but there were problems.
Four of the elves got sick, and the trainee elfs 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 mother was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer he found that 3 of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where.
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 hidden the bottle 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 the 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 this a lovely day?” I have a beautiful tree for you Santa. Isn’t it just a lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?”
Thus began the tradition of the little angel atop the Christmas tree.