Seasonal

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It was supposed to be a happy time, but it wasn't. Santa was really [censored].
It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus had burned all the
Christmas cookies. The Elves were [censored] about not getting paid for the
overtime they had put in while making toys, and the reindeer had been drinking
all afternoon and were dead drunk. They had taken the sleigh out for a spin
earlier in the day and crashed it into a tree, breaking off one of the runners.
Santa was beside himself with anger. "I CAN'T believe it! I've got to deliver
millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours from now and all my
reindeer are drunk, my Elves are on strike and I don't even have a Christmas
tree! I sent that stupid Little Angel out HOURS a go to find a tree and he isn't
even back yet! What am I going to do?" Just then the Little Angel opened the
front door and stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christmas tree.
He says: "Yo, Santa, where do you want me to stick the Christmas Tree this
year???" And thus the tradition of Angels perched atop the Christmas trees came
to pass. . . . .
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