Keeping with a century old tradition, the placing the Christmas Tree Angel is the last decoration placed on the Xmas tree.
It started on December 23rd decades ago. On that cold winter day, anticipating Christmas Morning, Santa went to the sleigh loading area at the North Pole. The elves were supposed to be loading toys for all the girls and boys onto the red wooden sleigh. There were no toys in sight. The sleigh was empty.
“Where is Olaf,” Santa asked one of the elves? He was referring to the Superintendent of Sleigh Loading who was the overseer of loading operations.
“Santa,” Erik the elf replied, “Remember, Olaf retired back in March. You never appointed a replacement for him.”
Santa thought about the time constraints and realized he had to get things moving. “All right,” he said, “You are the new Super, Erik . I’ll let payroll know.”
“Thank you, Mr. Clause. I will try my best to get everything loaded on time. There is one problem though. The floorboards in the sleigh are rotted and will never hold the weight of all those toys.”
Santa considered the problem with the sleigh. Sure enough, he could see the snow under the carriage, where he should see the floorboards.
“Does Lars the carpenter know about this? Get him working on this right away.”
“I’d like to Mr. Claus, but he is six sheets to the wind, hiding in the woodshed. I think he drank too deep, a draught of ale.”
“What next,” Santa thought to himself, already a day behind schedule. He also knew the elves would want to take off earl on Christmas Eve. How would the loading ever get done in time to deliver toys to all the children of the world?
“Put Olav in charge of the repairs. He is very handy with tools and does excellent repair work”
Next, the jolly old elf went to the reindeer coral to see how the feeding was going. He noticed there were only five of his magical coursers in the pen.
“Where are Vixen, Dancer and Donner,” he asked Andreas the reindeer wrangler.
“Dancer and Donner are out with the flu today, really bad case,” answered Andreas.
“What about Vixen,” Santa asked.
“She is with Astrid the Vet. Seems like she is about to foal at any time. Out for this year,” Lars replied.
By now the peddler look alike was frantic. He chomped down hard on his pipe, tugged his belt to pull his red pants higher around his belly and went to the closet where he hid his bottle of Brennevin to get a drink.
However, anticipating things like this happening, Ingrid, Mrs. Claus if you prefer, had removed the powerful alcoholic drink from the closet and hid it under the sink. Santa was frantic. He decided to have a cup of coffee instead. With his hand a little shaky by now, the coffee carafe slipped from his fingers and crashed into a hundred pieces on the floor.
“Darn,” the old guy said and went to the closet to get a broom.
Mice had gotten into the broom closet and eaten all the straw from the broom leaving only stubs attached to the handle. Santa looked for something else to clean up the mess.
Suddenly there was loud banging on the door. Santa stomped over to open it and see who was knocking.
It was the Christmas Angel. Svelte and attractive in her flowing winter gown, wings spread wide, smiling and vivacious, she was holding an eight foot Nobel fir.
“Hi Santa,” she said. “It is me, the Christmas Angel, with a beautiful Nobel Fir to decorate your house for the Christmas season. Where do you want me to stick it?”
Now you know how the tradition of the Christmas Angel started.
Jim Flynn is writer/editor of www.TheBenson.Biz,
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