Dec 24, 2009 01:54
This is the story of how the little angel got on top of the Christmas Tree.
It was the day before Christmas, and the North Pole was in an uproar. None of the toys looked right, wheels kept falling off toy trains, and dolls that were supposed to speak stood mute. The elves were running around for no apparent reason. Santa Claus tried to bring some order, but the machinery kept breaking down, the pipes started to leak, and the reindeer got out of their pen. Santa shouted at the top of his lungs, but could not make a dent in the madness. His face grew redder as his voice grew louder, and his shouted instructions grew more and more angry.
And just then, in the midst of all the chaos, the liiiiiiitlest angel came to the door of the workshop and said, in her high, piping voice, "I've brought the Christmas Tree, Santa! Where should I put it?"