Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus had burned all the cookies.
The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had accrued while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree.
Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours, but all of 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 he isn't even back yet! What am I going to do?"
Just then, the Little Angel opened the front door and stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christmas tree. He says, "Yo, fat man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?"
And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas trees came to pass.
Whether it's tradition or religious or whatever, it's beyond me why anyone would shove a tree up an angel's ass and call it pretty. That's my point Lenny.
Well, what can I say? Queen Victoria and Prince Albert were always a bit wrong in the head...and the British public at the time liked to follow the Royals examples.
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