How Santa Handles Stress.

Not long ago and far away, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip...but there were problems everywhere. Four of his
elves got sick, and the trainee elves were stoned and did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was
beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were plump from pregnancy and two had jumped the fence and were out heaven knows where. More stress.

Then, as he began to load the sleigh, one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.

Totally frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey.

When he went to the cupboard, he found the stoned elves had hit the liquor and there was nothing to drink.

In his frustration, he dropped the coffee pot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He could hear
the stoned elves laughing. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw it was made from. The laughing
grew louder.

Just then the door bell rang and Santa, who was pretty frustrated with things, cussed all the way to the door. He opened the door and there was a pretty little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel looked up into Santa's angry, glowering face, and said, 'Evenin', Fat Man. Where would you like to put this tree?'

And that my friends, is how the little angel came to be on top of the Christmas tree.

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-Dan
DiNoMyTe!