Post by docone31 on Dec 20, 2011 19:41:25 GMT -5
I was a Christmas many years ago during a blustery, stormy night when Santa found himself rudely shaken awake by Mrs. Claus....
"Get up you drunken bum! It's Christmas eve and you're gonna be late!!"
Santa leaped from the bed and pulled up his Santa suit pants, which promptly split up the seam. He hastily donned his jacket and boots, then jammed his Santa hat on crookedly and rushed to the toy shop. There he discovered all the elves laying around in a drunken stupor from the party the night before. Grumbling under his breath he hurredly gathered as many finished toys as he could find, smashing them into his giant Santa sack.
Dragging the heavy sack, he entered the manger where he found Rudolph missing and two of the other reindeer sick with hoof and mouth. He hitched up the remainder and then discovered a broken runner on the sleigh. Quickly grabbing his toolbox, he made repairs then swung the huge sack of toys up towards the sleigh. The sack ripped open, spilling toys all over the reindeer poop covered floor.
In exasperation, he threw the sack down and began to scream words that would make a longshoreman blush. Just at that moment, a tiny speck of light appeared in the cold frosty air of the manger. It grew brighter and a small, delicate angel appeared.
"Greetings Santa" she said, "As in years past, I have brought thee thy Christmas tree. Where would you like me to put it?"
And that's why, boys and girls, to this very day many Christmas trees have a tiny angel sitting on the very top of the tree.............