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.
So poor old Santa had no option but to train up some more elves so that they could make toys as well.
However, 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, especially when it came to Mrs Claus’s Mother.
Well, Christmas Eve came and Santa went out to harness the reindeer ready for thier annual epic toy delivery ride.
To his horror, he found that three of the reindeer were about to give birth, two others had jumped the fence and were running around playing games in the thick snow of the North Pole instead of resting up ready for a long night of flying. Heaven only knew where they were and Santa had no idea how he was going to get them back either.
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.
By this time Santa was really 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, to try and improve his mood.
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.
So, infuriated by this time, Santa went to get the broom to sweep up the broken glass, only to find that 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. Things didn’t look good for anyone who got in his way as the time to deliver presents to children all around the world drew ever closer.
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 who was carrying 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, that’s how the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree began.
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