[1756] in Humor
Gloria lives in Excelsis Deo
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (LMCCOOPER@aol.com)
Thu Dec 12 15:53:50 1996
From: <LMCCOOPER@aol.com>
Date: Thu, 12 Dec 1996 15:36:23 -0500
To: htcooper@princeton.edu, humor@MIT.EDU
Cc: 102417.3211@compuserve.com, hstuart@bite.db.uth.tmc.edu,
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It was supposed to be a happy time, but wasn't. Santa was really
pissed. It was Chirstmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus
had burned all the Christmas cookies. The Elves were bitching about
not getting paid for the overtime they had put in while making toys,
and the reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk.
They had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and
crashed it into a tree, breaking off one of the runners.
Santa was beside himelf with anger. "I CAN'T believe it! I've got to
deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours
from now and all my reindeer are drunk and my Elves are on strike. 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 fron door and stepped in from
the snowy night, dragging a Christmas Tree.
He says, "Yo, Santa, where do you want me to stick the Christmas Tree
this year?"
And thus the tradition of Angels perched atop the Christmas tree came
to pass...
