Santa readied himself for his big annual trip, but it seemed like wherever he looked, he had problems. Four of Santa’s elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mother was coming to visit. Great. Nothing he did was ever right in her eyes.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth, and two others had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where.
When he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked. The toy bag fell to the ground, and all the toys scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end.
Just then the doorbell rang. An irritated Santa marched to the door and yanked it open. There stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said 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?”
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Merry Christmas blog battle friend 🙂
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OUCH! Santa is a hot mess who needs anger management training, I knew it!
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