>Santa's Bad Day
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>One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready
>for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his
>elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast
>as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being
>behind schedule.
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>Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This
>stressed Santa even more.
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>When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were
>about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven
>knows where. More stress.
>Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the
>toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.
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>So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a
>shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves
>had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his
>frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into
>hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the
>broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom. Just
>then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He
>opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas
>tree.
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>The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't it a
>lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to
>stick it?"
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>Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas
>tree.