He was already feeling a tremendous amount of pressure due to the deadline and now this.
He walked to the workshop and noticed an eerie silence in the air. There should be activity, lots of activity, which would create much noise, but there was none.….and the reindeer, where were the reindeer? They must have gotten out during the night. The last time that happened it took weeks to locate them and caused havoc with meeting the deadline. Sometimes he wondered if all this was worth it.
He entered the workshop only to discover it was vacant. He went into his office and there was one lone elf sitting patiently with a long list in his hands.
“H0w may I help you?” Santa exasperatedly asked.
“I’m here to inform you that the elves have formed a union , they are on strike and they’ve elected me their president and wanted me to give you this list of grievances,” he stated as he handed the list over.
The elf left the office as Santa collapsed into his chair behind his desk. He put on his glasses,only to find the lenses were cracked. He began reading the list of what he considered frivolous complaints. The more he read the angrier he became. He got to the end of the list and couldn’t take any more. He was about to explode when an angel came into the office carrying a Christmas tree.
“Hey Chubby, where do you want me to put this tree?”
Now you know how the tradition of the angel on top of the Christmas tree came to be.