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as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas

pressure.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed

Santa even more.

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.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the

toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were 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 drunk 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 of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritated Santa marched to the door,

yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas

tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, �Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn �t this 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.

Not a lot of people know this.