A very long time ago it was coming up to Christmas and Santa was having a bad day. Four of his experienced elves were sick and the apprentice elves had not produced toys as quickly. Santa was feeling the Pre-Christmas pressure. He became even more stressed when Mrs. Claus told him that her mother was coming to stay for a week over Christmas.
Later that day when he had gone to harness the reindeer, he had found that one was lame, two were about to give birth and three others had jumped the fence and were hiding in the woods.
As he had begun to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards broke and the toy bag fell to the ground scattering all the toys.
Frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider, a shot of whisky and a mince pie. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had drunk all the cider, eaten the mince pies and hidden his single malt. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug which broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to fetch the broom but the straw bristles had all been eaten by mice.
Just then the doorbell rang and an very stressed and irritated Santa had marched to the door and yanked it open. There stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very 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 thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Not a lot of people know this.
