Here's a sad story that is quite
pertinent and to the point.
A Christmas Story for people having a bad day: When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not
produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the
Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming
to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the
reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others
had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began
to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the
ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the
house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard,
he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the rum. In his
frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds
of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and
found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just
then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open,
and 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 so
began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.