Season’s Greetings

A long time ago, as Christmas Eve approached in a magical space near the top of the Earth, four of Santa Claus’s elves took ill. The trainees brought in to replace them did not produce toys as fast as the regular elves, so Santa was starting to feel under pressure. Well, he rushed production as much as he could, hoping for the best, and went inside to make other pre launch preparations.

It was then that Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mother was coming to visit. Oh great. Just what the overworked elf needed at this time of year.

The hour was drawing close, so he went outside to harness the reindeer. It was then that he learned that three of the reindeer were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out who knows where. So he commanded some elves to find some replacements. Santa was having one of those days.

While replacement reindeer were being gathered together and quickly run through a crash course on sleigh flying, Santa began to load the sled. Suddenly one of the floorboards cracked. The toy bag fell to the ground and the toys scattered all over the place. What a mess, and at the worst possible time. The normally jolly man was not feeling very jolly at all.

Being very frustrated, Santa ordered some elves to get the toys in the bag, while he had others repair the sleigh, while still others continued working with the reindeer recruits. As this last minute rush was underway, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum to settle his nerves. When he went to the cupboard he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider, and worst of all, had hidden the liquor. His demeanor flew from frustration to fuming.

In his exasperation, he accidentally dropped the cider jug. It shattered into hundreds of tiny shards all over the kitchen floor. The poor old man was nearly at the end of his rope.

He went to the broom closet, grabbed the broom, and found that mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom. To say that was the last straw for Santa would be an understatement indeed.

Just then the doorbell rang. Irritated beyond control, Santa marched to the door and yanked it open. There stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said rather cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to put it?”

Xmas Angel JokeAnd so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree that we continue to this very day.

About Sifu Keith Mosher

My new book, "Astro Boy, Sensei, and Me" is available now, as is my Sci-Fi joy ride, "On a Sphere's Edge". I have a Bachelor of Media Arts degree from USC. I have been an Audio Producer / Engineer, a Law Office Manager, and I am currently an Author and a Martial Arts Instructor.
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