A Christmas story...

One particular Christmas season, a long time ago, Santa was getting
ready for his annual trip. But there were problems. Four of his elves
were sick, and the trainee elves just weren't working out.

Things got worse when Mrs. Claus told him her mother was coming to
visit. Then, when he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of
them were about to give birth. Two others had jumped the fence and were
out carousing, heaven knows where.

When he went to load the sleigh, one of the side boards cracked and
the toy bag fell to the ground, scattering the toys. Frustrated, Santa
went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey, but when
he opened the cupboard, he discovered the elves had apparently had a
party, and there was nothing left to drink.

Just as he accidentally dropped the coffee pot, breaking it in
hundreds of little pieces and splashing coffee on his suit, the doorbell
rang.

Santa opened the door, cursing beneath his breath,
and there stood a beautiful little angel with an
enormous, perfectly shaped Christmas tree. "Merry Christmas Santa," the
angel said. "Isn't it just a lovely day to be alive? Look! I have a
beautiful
tree for you.  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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