When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee
elves did not produce the toys
>as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning to
feel the pressure of being behind schedule.
>
>Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to
visit. This stressed Santa even more.
>
>When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that
three of them were about to give birth
>and two had jumped the fence and were out Heaven knows
where. More stress.
>
>Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the
boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the
>ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa
went into 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 hidden the liquor, and there
>was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he
accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into
>hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He went to get the broom and found that mice
>had eaten the straw end of the broom.
>
>Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa
trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there
>was a little Angel with a great big Christmas tree.
>
>The Angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas,
Santa. Isn't it 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.
>
>THE END.
