The Legend Of How The Christmas Tree Got Its Angel

What, you thought we were going to forget this this year? C’mon, it’s a GG tradition

One Christmas season long ago and far away,  Santa was getting ready for his annual trip... but there were problems everywhere.

Four of his elves called in sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa 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 knocked up and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. And as he began to load the sleigh, one of the boards cracked under the load and the bag of toys fell to the ground, scattering toys everywhere.

Now thoroughly frustrated, Santa went back into the house for a cup of coffee fortified with a dollop of whiskey. But when he looked into the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had got into the liquor and there was nothing left. In his frustration, he lost his grip on the coffee pot and it fell to the floor, breaking into smitherings. Grabbing the broom to clean up the mess, he found that mice had eaten the straw. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed  his way to the door.

He opened the door with a mighty swoosh, and standing there was the cutest  little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said, very possibly with just a tad too  much cheer, “Merry Christmas Santa. Isn’t it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?”

Thus began the tradition of the little angel perched on top of the Christmas tree.