When four of Santa's elves got morbid, and the trainee elves did not put together the
toys as fixed as the accustomed ones, Santa was beginning to touch the pressure of
being behind schedule.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to by. This stressed
Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were here to
give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, bliss knows where. More
stress.
Then when he began to squeeze weigh down the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the bit of frippery trifle with
bag knock to the coach and scattered the toys.
So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of
rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the
liquor, and there was nothing to gulp. In his frustration, he accidentally
dropped the cider paunch, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over
the kitchen boarding. He went to age the broom and initiate that mice had eaten the
straw death of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irascible Santa trudged to the door. He opened
the door, and there was a scant angel with a great big Christmas tree. The
angel said, very cheerfully, "vivacious Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a satisfactory time? I
be undergoing a beautiful tree owing you. Where would you like me to be it?"
And so began the tradition of the trivial angel on supreme of the Christmas tree.