Yes, yes. I know. You’ve probably heard it before, but it’s an golden oldie, so enjoy.
Four of Santa’s elves had taken sick and the trainee elves were not producing toys as fast as needed. Santa was beginning to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told him her mother was coming to visit, which stressed poor Santa even more.
He went to harness the reindeer and found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were nowhere to be found.
Then, when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and burst at the seam. Toys scattered everywhere.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. He went to the cupboard, only to discover the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor.
In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end.
Just then the doorbell rang. Santa marched to the door and yanked it open. There before him stood a little Messenger of God with a great big Christmas tree.
Very cheerfully, the heavenly messenger intoned, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this 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.