One exceptionally cold December a long long time ago, four of Santa’s elves unfortunately fell ill.
This was very unfortunate indeed, as it was set to be the busiest Christmas ever for the fat jolly man, and now four of his best toy makers were unable to work.
The trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa started to really feel that pressure we all get as Christmas draws closer and closer.
Then, to make matters worse, Mrs Claus told Santa that her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa out even more. His Mother in law wasn’t exactly the easiest person in the world to get along with, and with Christmas fast approaching, he just didn’t have time to be bothered with family matters.
Christmas Eve came, and Santa went out to harness the reindeer.
To his horror he found that three of them were about to give birth, and two others had jumped the fence and were running around in the thick snow of the North Pole. Heaven only knew where they were, and Santa had no idea how he was going to get them back.
Next, when Santa started to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered. Santa was starting to lose it!
Frustrated (I think that’s an understatement!), Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Santa by this time had more than lost it, he was fuming and practically jumping up and down in anger.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and a truly irritated Santa marched to the door, and yanked it open.
There at the door stood 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. Where would you like me to stick it?’
And so, began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.