Posted by Jeffrey .... on December 23, 1998 at 01:09:00:
In Reply to: The Spirit Of Christmas ..... posted by Jeffrey on December 23, 1998 at 01:04:28:
It was Christmas Eve, and nothing was right. Mrs. Clause had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about the overtime they deserved for the hard work they did with the toys.
The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk... and to make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin and crashed it into a tree.
Santa was furious! "I can't believe it! I've got millions of toys to deliver in just a few hours. All the elves are on strike, the burned cookies stank up the
place, the reindeer are all drunk, and I don't even have a tree!
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. "Yo, fat man!
Where do you want me to stick the tree this year??"
.......and thus the tradition of angels atop the tree
began......