A Christmas Story
Not long ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick and the trainee eleves weren't making toys as fast as the regulars, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind. To top it off, Mrs. Claus had just told Santa that her mom was coming to visit.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found the three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.
So frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey only to find out that the elves had drunk every last drop. In frustration, he dropped the coffee pot and it broke into pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten it.
Just then the doorbell rang and Santa went to the door, cussing all the way. When he opened the door, there stood an angel with a tree. "Where would you like to put the tree?" the angel asked.
And that, my friend is how the angel came to be on top of the Christmas tree.