Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was
going right. Mrs Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves
were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they
had while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all
afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had
taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had
crashed it into a tree.
Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver
millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours -
all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don't
even have a Christmas 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, dragging a Christmas tree. He says
"Yo, fat man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?"
And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas
trees came to pass........