SOMEone has to start it, right? And while Halloween candy is not yet out, and with me being always in tune with the season, I present tonight a Christmas fable:
Okay, it’s AUGUST!! Time for camping and vacationing and a lot of ings. I happened across this old chestnut about a time very different for this time of year (and what the hey – Christmas is December 25th no matter where it’s celebrated). And with that, I present the following:
Santa had been having a bad, bad day. He was way behind in toymaking; his elves were on strike, and two reindeer had hoof-in-mouth disease. Mrs. Claus had washed his best red suit in hot water, and it had shrunk. Even worse, he had just discovered his sleigh had a loose skid. As he bent over to examine it, he stubbed his toe and started hopping around on one foot in great pain.
Just then, a cheery little angel flew up with the tree. “Merry Christmas, Santa!” the angel beamed. “I brought you your Christmas tree. Where do you want me to put it?”
…and that, Gentle Readers, is how the tradition of the angel atop the tree was started.
SOMEone has to start it, right? And while Halloween candy is not yet out, and with me being always in tune with the season, I present tonight a Christmas fable:
Okay, it’s AUGUST!! Time for camping and vacationing and a lot of ings. I happened across this old chestnut about a time very different for this time of year (and what the hey – Christmas is December 25th no matter where it’s celebrated). And with that, I present the following:
Santa had been having a bad, bad day. He was way behind in toymaking; his elves were on strike, and two reindeer had hoof-in-mouth disease. Mrs. Claus had washed his best red suit in hot water, and it had shrunk. Even worse, he had just discovered his sleigh had a loose skid. As he bent over to examine it, he stubbed his toe and started hopping around on one foot in great pain.
Just then, a cheery little angel flew up with the tree. “Merry Christmas, Santa!” the angel beamed. “I brought you your Christmas tree. Where do you want me to put it?”
…and that, Gentle Readers, is how the tradition of the angel atop the tree was started.