Once a long, long, time ago.. On a cold snowy, blowing day at The North Pole. Santa was packing all the toys for all the little girls and boys into a huge sack "HIMSELF". For just before Christmas Eve, all his elves walked out on strike. Leaving the house, he was halted at the door by Mrs. Claus, and handed a large stinking bag of garbage to deposit at the dump on his way south. "There " she said; "If you can't get a job like the other men at the North Pole, maybe you can do something around the house for a change". Gritting his teeth in anger Santa stomped toward his sleigh, slipped on the front porch and fell head first into a snow drift. Purple with rage, he picked himself up and plowed through the drifts to the Reindeer Barn.

    The old wooden door was frozen hard to the ground after the freezing rain the night before. With pick and axe, he had the door open in an hour and a half, only to find out after gaining entry, three of his reindeer were sick and could not make the trip. Santa was beside himself with frustration.

   Back to the house he stomped. Flinging open the door, he was met by Mrs. Claus. "What, you still here" she screamed! "Those toys will never get where their going if your going to play around all night"!

    Steam was rising from Santa's collar, his eyes turned a bright red. Finding a hole torn in one of his new boots, and ripping his pants when he bent over to check it, was the final straw!!

    At that moment, a tiny knock was heard at the front door. "WHOSE THERE"? Bellowed Santa, as he flung it open. Looking down, he spotted a tiny little Angel with snow white wings, a golden Halo, and a pretty smile.

  "Here's your Christmas Tree Santa! Where would you like me to put it"?

And THAT is why, to this very day, you will always find a little Angel mounted high on top of the
Christmas Tree