It was supposed to be a happy time, but it wasn't. Santa was really pissed
(off). It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs. Claus had
burned all the Christmas cookies. The Elves were bitching 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 ago 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 on top of the Christmas trees came
to pass.
 

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