There was one Christmas about 150 years ago when Santa was having a BAD day. Half of the reindeer ate some bad hay and were sick and someone left the barn door open and the other half had run off into the woods. The elves started drinking egg nog too early so Santa had to round up the reindeer and load the sleigh by himself. Mrs Claus “had a visitor” and a headache to boot so he couldn’t get any Christmas cheer there. Just as he was about to head out, there was a knock on the door. When he answered it, there stood an angel holding a tree and saying “Here’s your tree, Santa. Sorry it’s late. What would you like me to do with it?”
And that is why there’s an angel perched on top of the tree.
There was one Christmas about 150 years ago when Santa was having a BAD day. Half of the reindeer ate some bad hay and were sick and someone left the barn door open and the other half had run off into the woods. The elves started drinking egg nog too early so Santa had to round up the reindeer and load the sleigh by himself. Mrs Claus “had a visitor” and a headache to boot so he couldn’t get any Christmas cheer there. Just as he was about to head out, there was a knock on the door. When he answered it, there stood an angel holding a tree and saying “Here’s your tree, Santa. Sorry it’s late. What would you like me to do with it?”
And that is why there’s an angel perched on top of the tree.