Make your own free website on Tripod.com


A Christmas Fable


Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree.

Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver billions of presents all over the world in just a few hours - all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don't even have a Christmas tree!"

"I sent that stupid Little Angel out HOURS ago to find a tree and he isn't back yet! What am I going to do?"

Just then, the Little Angel opened the front door and stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christams tree. He says "Yo, fat man! Where do you want me to stick the tree this year?"

And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas tree came to pass......


This page has been visited times.
This page was last changed on November 23, 1997.


Associated Pages

The Raven: A Poem
Nevermore: A Variartion on an Old Poem
Halloween: A Holiday Treat
Jeffro: A Beverly Hillbillies Dictionery
Yesterday: A Song for Our Times
Eleanor: Another Song for Our Times
Unix Man: Still Another Song for Our Times
Let It Be: One Last Song for Our Times
Something: Yet Another Song for Our Times
True Story: A True Crime Story
Back to Main page