For Jimoshel (Or, How Traditions Start)

[Akula69]

When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones. Santa began to feel the pre-Christmas pressure. Then, Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa out even more.

 

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

 

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys scattered.

 

Frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of warm rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor...and in his frustration he dropped the cider jug and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had chewed off the straw at the end of the broom.

 

Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritated Santa marched over to the door, yanked it open, and there stood 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 so began the tradition of the little angel at the top of the Christmas tree.

 

Not a lot of people know this....

[86customanche]

:rotf: Great story.

[jimoshel]

Some people just can't handle stress. :rotf:

[87Warrior]

Haha! Makes sense.