Christmas

[Thor]

One particular Christmas, a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for
his annual trip. Alas, there were problems everywhere.

Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves just weren't producing
the toys as fast as the regular ones.

Poor Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs. Claus announced that her mom was coming to visit.

This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he
found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the
fence and were out, heaven knows where.

More stress. Furthermore, when he began to load the sleigh, one of the
boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground scattering the toys
everywhere. 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 drink.

In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke
into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to
get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door.

He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big
Christmas tree.

The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a
lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you.

Where would you like me to stick it?"

And thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas
tree.