A week before Christmas, of 1896, Santa was preparing for his Christmas Run....
But it wasn't going as planned. Four of his elves were down with flu, and the apprentice elves were making poor quality toys which needed remaking. Santa was well behind schedule.
Mrs. Claus reminded Santa that her Mother was coming to visit. This stressed Santa a fair amount.
When Santa went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were heavily pregnant and two had jumped the fence and were out with a couple of loutish bucks. Santa's heartrate was climbing.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, the floor of the rear tonneau collapsed and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. Santa was developing a twitch.
So Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whisky, to calm his nerves. But when he went to the cupboard, he found the whisky bottle was empty, because Mrs Claus had laced the Xmas Pudding the way her Mum liked it. The vein in Santa's neck was very visible.
He went to pour some coffee and found the kettle element kept fusing the workshop lights. Beads of sweat were breaking out on Santa's forehead.
Then the doorbell rang and Santa nervously made his way to the door, expecting more problems - and more bad news.
He slowly opened the door and there was a little angel with a beautiful Christmas tree. The angel said, "Merry Christmas Santa. How's all the preperation for Christmas going? Isn't this a lovely tree? How is Mrs Claus? Is her Mum coming over for the holidays? What are the naughty reindeers up to? Why don't you invite me in, and we can have a coffee or share a dram or two while I put some lights around your tree. Now where would you like me to stick it.....???"
So now you know where the tradition of the little angel, placed on top of the Christmas tree, began......