Walking into the workshop Santa looked around and saw a mess, unlike normal years. “Where are Hank and the other elves? What is going on here? I need those toys for Christmas.”
A new trainee went toward Santa and said, “Santa, Hank and three others are very sick and are bedridden. We’re trying to get the toys done as fast as we can.”
Santa began to feel pre-Christmas pressure and said, “O.K. keep doing the best that you can.”
He walked toward the kitchen to get some breakfast and Mrs. Clause smiling at him said, “Morning Santa. I have good news; Mom is coming to visit tomorrow.”
Santa started to cringe but held it back it was stressing him more and said, “Morning Mrs. Sandy Claus. I hope she brings some of her great cherry fudge.”
He decided against breakfast and walked out to check on the sleigh and the reindeer. Fred. An older elf was sitting down near a pile of toys looking sad.
Santa said, “Morning Fred. How is it coming?”
“Santa, I’m sorry but four of the reindeer are about to give birth. We will have to use the new recruits if I can’t find the three that have jumped the fence.”
”Come on Fred I’ll help you load the sleight and give it a test run.” Then as they, both began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked and toys bags fell to the ground sending toys scattering.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he could only find one bottle of cider there and said, “Hey what happened to the rest of the cider and the liquor.”
Mrs. Claus said, “Some of the elves drank most of the cider. I have the rum hidden from them.”
Santa shook his head and in his angst, he dropped the cider jug, and it broke into little glass shards all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom but found the straw off the end of the broom had been eaten away.
“Ding Dong Ding,” The doorbell sounded.
Santa marched out of the kitchen to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big decorated Christmas tree. The angel said cheerfully,
“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.
Christmas Tradition Started
Walking into the workshop Santa looked around and saw a mess, unlike normal years. “Where are Hank and the other elves? What is going on here? I need those toys for Christmas.”
A new trainee went toward Santa and said, “Santa, Hank and three others are very sick and are bedridden. We’re trying to get the toys done as fast as we can.”
Santa began to feel pre-Christmas pressure and said, “O.K. keep doing the best that you can.”
He walked toward the kitchen to get some breakfast and Mrs. Clause smiling at him said, “Morning Santa. I have good news; Mom is coming to visit tomorrow.”
Santa started to cringe but held it back it was stressing him more and said, “Morning Mrs. Sandy Claus. I hope she brings some of her great cherry fudge.”
He decided against breakfast and walked out to check on the sleigh and the reindeer. Fred. An older elf was sitting down near a pile of toys looking sad.
Santa said, “Morning Fred. How is it coming?”
“Santa, I’m sorry but four of the reindeer are about to give birth. We will have to use the new recruits if I can’t find the three that have jumped the fence.”
”Come on Fred I’ll help you load the sleight and give it a test run.” Then as they, both began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked and toys bags fell to the ground sending toys scattering.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he could only find one bottle of cider there and said, “Hey what happened to the rest of the cider and the liquor.”
Mrs. Claus said, “Some of the elves drank most of the cider. I have the rum hidden from them.”
Santa shook his head and in his angst, he dropped the cider jug, and it broke into little glass shards all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom but found the straw off the end of the broom had been eaten away.
“Ding Dong Ding,” The doorbell sounded.
Santa marched out of the kitchen to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big decorated Christmas tree. The angel said cheerfully,
“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.
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I wish you all a Merry Christmas
or
Happy Holidays
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