Kind of stuck for a topic tonight and Isabel suggested I write about Christmas trees, because we just put ours up today -well, the wife and kids put it up, surprised me when I got home from my last lesson, which is even better.
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So, I guess this is a good time to tell the story of how the angel came to be on the top of the Christmas tree, for it is truly a beautiful and uplifting tale.
The story begins late one night about a week or two before Christmas. Santa is working late in his workshop, which is nothing new because he’s been putting in 18 hour days for the last month or so, poring over letter after letter after letter from horrible, greedy little children who all want high tech equipment, expensive sports shoes and gaudy, complex toys which they will probably break immediately and which will totally weigh down the sleigh, seriously inhibiting the takeoffs, of which there are billions, because stupid humans have no concept of birth control.
Santa knows full well they’ve been rotten brats all year but, still, he’s Santa Claus, so he’s got to give them the benefit of the doubt even though it’s getting on his nerves.
His elves are threatening to strike because they, too, are overworked, and they are just not as cheerful about it as elves are supposed to be. Plenty of them are out sick with the flu, which has also got a couple of the reindeer incapacitated and Santa doesn’t even know if there will be a full complement to pull the overloaded sleigh.
Along about 2 in the morning, Santa is rubbing his eyes and forcing himself to read one more letter when an angel appears at the doorway, with a rather large Christmas tree over her shoulder and says, in a cheery Christmas voice “Santa Claus, Santa Claus, where do you want me to put this Christmas tree?…”
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