Christmas Angels
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> It was supposed to be a happy time, but it wasn't. It was Christmas Eve and
> NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus had burned all the Christmas cookies. The
> Elves were bitching about not getting paid for the overtime they had put in
> while making toys, and the reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were
> dead drunk. They had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and
> crashed it into a tree, breaking off one of the runners.
>
> Santa was beside himself. "I can't believe this!," he said to himself. "I've
> got to deliver millions of presents all over the world a few hours from now
> and all my reindeer are drunk, the Elves are on strike, and I don't even have
> a Christmas tree! I sent that stupid little angel out HOURS ago to find a
> tree and she isn't even back yet! What am I going to DO?"
>
> Just then the little angel kicked opened the front door and draged a filthy,
> soaking wet tree onto the just-cleaned carpet and yells, "Yo, Santa! Where
> you want me to stick your Christmas Tree this year???"
>
> And so began the tradition of having a little angel perched atop the
> Christmas tree.