How the tradition of putting the angel on top of the Christmas tree got started.
One Christmas season, many years ago Santa was having a particularly hard time preparing for his Christmas eve journey. There were problems with his suppliers delivering the raw materials for toys, the elves were threatening to strike over low wages and lack of benefits, his sleigh had been totaled when some of them had taken it for a joy ride, and two of the reindeer had come down with hoof and mouth disease.
One day, after some rather testy labor negotiations with his workers and an argument with Mrs. Claus, over who-knows-what, Santa stormed into his office and slammed the door so violently that a light fixture on the ceiling fell and cracked him on the head. Santa kicked it into a corner and flopped into his desk chair, rubbing the swelling knot on his head while grumbling to himself over the current state of affairs at the North Pole .
Just then there was a knocking at the door. Santa rose and stomped to the door. He jerked it open, almost ripping it from its hinges and bellowed,” Whadda you want?”
In front of the big man stood a small angel, wide-eyed and sporting a smile that would light up a city. In his tiny hands was a Christmas tree.
“Hiii, Santa”, squealed the diminutive one. “I brought you a Christmas tree”. He glanced around the room and asked, “Where would you like me to stick it?”
—-and Santa told him!
And that’s how the tradition of putting the angel on top of the Christmas tree got started.
And that, children, is today’s “Bah ,Humbug” moment.
Go, Grinch!
