Does anyone know how the angel got on top of the tree? It's a traditional reverent heart warming tale.
Santa and Mrs Claus had pulled an all-nighter. He woke up on the livingroom floor with the dogs, hung over and bleary eyed. Mrs Claus was passed out on the couch next to a tray with left over lines of coke.
He tried to make breakfast, burned the toast and dropped the eggs, which the dogs slobbered down.
He trudged out to the workshop and found the elves on strike. The whole day was spent finishing up toys with a blinding headache.
Finally at dusk, his headache gone, he put the last gift into his great bag and started hauling it towards the sleigh.
By golly he WAS feeling better! The bag seemed lighter and grinning, he looked back to discover it had a gaping hole in it and there were now broken toys scattered in a wide trail across the snow behind him.
Just as he was about to let loose language that was sure to burn out Rudolph's nose, a beautiful angel appeared in a glorious light and asked him,
"Where would you like the tree?"