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The Angel On Your Christmas Tree


How it all began

I love telling Christmas stories and this one is my favorite. If you have ever wondered how traditions came to be, this one of how the angel on top of a Christmas tree got to be such a popular and often used tradition is a must read.


How would you have felt?

It seems that one year, Santa’s Christmas preparations were getting all screwed up and everything seemed to be going wrong. For starters, Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mother was coming to visit for a week and Santa could already hear his mother-in-law preaching to him how he never gave her daughter the life style she deserved, making her live in this barren, frozen tundra and what kind of man would keep a job where he worked with a bunch of tiny men with pointy ears....blah blah blah. Needless to say, he was somewhat stressed out about the visit.

His toy production schedule was well behind where it should have been because four of his elves got sick, the trainee elves couldn’t make the toys as fast as the regular crew, and Santa began to feel the pressure of not being done in time for Christmas Eve delivery day. Santa thought, “Damn it... why me?”

When he checked on the reindeer, he found that one of them was having a baby and two others had jumped the fence and were who knows where. Great! Just what he needed!

He muttered something like ‘why those miserable, …ragged bunch of buzzard feeders…’

Then he went out to test the sleigh with his toy bag prototype, one of the floorboards cracked, the bag fell to the ground and all the toys inside scattered all over the yard. "Mary Mother of Jesus!"


And the beat goes on

Santa knew he needed to step back and take a breath. So, he went in the house and put on a fresh pot of tea. Even tho it wasn’t the best idea, he wanted to add a shot of rum to calm his nerves. When he went to get the bottle of rum, he found that the elves had found where he hid the bottle and had drank all the rum. Santa fumed and cursed the day he ever hired them. {Oh, Santa, we can't come to work, we're sick}. Bullcrap! said Santa. He picked up the empty bottle and angrily threw it against the wall. {Santa muttered, “son of a motherless goat…”}

Instantly, he regretted doing that and stomped over to the closet to get the broom to sweep up the broken glass. When he yanked the closet door open, he saw the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom; leaving a useless splintered broom stick. Santa was livid and screamed out loud, “ Why those ingrate ,…idiot… ficken mice!!!”

The more ways than one :)

Just then came a gentle knock on the door. Santa, with all the exasperation he could muster, turned and stumbled, almost tripping, to go and answer the door. He yanked it open and bellowed; “What in the hell do YOU want???

There stood a smiling, radiant, tiny angel. Somewhat nervously, she said very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a wonderful time of year? “ Then, “ Look what I brought you and Mrs. Claus to help brighten your cheery home. I have this tree for you. Isn’t it just beautiful? Is there somewhere special that you would like me to put it?”

And that’s how the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree started.

Merry Christmas to all and to all... a good night!

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