It’s been a while since my last blog post. Even though I’m a day late, I thought some Christmas lore would be fun to share with you.
Everyone has bad days at work, and Santa is no exception. The Christmas of 1890 had a record number of lit fireplaces that made gift-delivering exceptionally hard. But nothing beats the Christmas of 1972. There was no one disaster that made this a bad Christmas for Santa, but rather a multitude of smaller but serious problems everywhere.
Half of Santa’s elves got sick with a double-whammy of mono and whooping cough. Temp elves were brought in, but temp elves are not skilled in toy production, which meant double-overtime to meet toy deadlines. Three of the reindeer were on maternity leave, and one had been sent away to a clinic to deal with an undisclosed addiction. The sleigh had begun to show signs of stress over the years, but finally gave in and required some repairs just a few days before Christmas. A loaner sleigh was granted Santa, but it was an older model without heating.
In the midst of all of this, Mrs. Claus announced that her family would be coming up for a visit. They’d never seen eye-to-eye. Let’s just say they didn’t approve of his career choice.
Christmas Eve came and poor Santa had reached his limit. He poured a cup of coffee and reached for the whiskey only to find the liquor cabinet empty and surrounded by hoofprints. In his frustration, he dropped the coffeepot, which broke into a hundred tiny shards and stained his favorite carpet. When he went to fetch the broom, he found that mice had eaten the straw, rendering it useless.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Santa drudged over to the door, letting lose a string of most un-merry obscenities. When he opened it, he didn’t see anyone. He almost shut the door, when he heard a petite-sounding little cough close to the ground. He looked down at the ground and saw the tiniest little angel carrying with it a great big Christmas tree.
The angel gazed up at Santa, smiling warmly. Finally, Santa exclaimed, “Well, what do you want?”
The angel replied, in the most pleasant voice, “Oh, Santa, the merriest of Christmases to you! I hope I’ve caught you at a good time. I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn’t this just the loveliest tree? Where would you like me to stick it?”
And that is why the angel sits atop the Christmas tree.