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 worked 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 - 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........