IJMC - Last Night, Pt. 1

Don't expect much, I'm in a rush. Three items for tonight then I'm gone 
for a week. Have a happy holiday and I'll be back before the New Year's.
						-dave




    It was a starry night and the snowflakes drifted down
    gently. The snowcrust sparkled in the lamplight at the
    North Pole. Sleigh bells jingled in the distance.

    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 to top it all off, the reindeer had been drinking
    all afternoon and were completely useless. 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.
    They were still stumbling around outside, giggling and
    shaking their sleigh bells.

    Santa was redder than usual with anger. He drank
    another slug of scotch, and then bellowed, "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'teven back yet!
    What the HELL 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 behind him. He said, "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.