{{I blame the rain & boredom}} :sunglass:
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One particular Christmas a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip... but there were problems everywhere.
Five of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then, Mrs. Claus told him that her Mom was coming to visit.
This stressed Santa 10 times over. He went to harness the Reindeer, he found three of them were about to give birth {Remember, Santas' reindeer are Grrls, proven by Science.} whilst two {Rumored to be *ahem*, y'know..} had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More Stress!
He began to load the sleigh and one of the boards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground, and scattered the toys everywhere.
So, frustrated, Santa went back into the house for a decent hot toddy. He went to the cupboard & discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor and there was nothing to drink.
In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the rather costly coffee pot, breaking it into hundreds of tiny pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw it was made from, his cheeks really burnt red, his eyes bulged with burst capillaries. Just then, the doorbell rang and Santa cussed his way to the door, inventing a few big words on the way. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas Tree.
The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. It's a lovely day, wouldn't you agree? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it just a lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
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