Santa is getting ready to take his annual vacation, but as usual, more and more problems kept coming up. four of the elves get food poisoning, the trainee elves start showing their disgruntlement with their low wages by going on a 'work slow' strike, and the toy producing business falls further and further behind schedule. then his wife tells him her mother is coming to visit. when Santa goes outside to harness the reindeer he finds that half of them have sauntered off to the bar for the afternoon because they don’t feel appreciated. more stress. then, when Santa begins loading the sleigh, one of the boards cracks and his sack of toys fall off, slipping and sliding all across the snow. frustrated, Santa trudges into the house for a long glass of bourbon. but the elves have hit the liquor cabinet and there is nothing to drink, not even any girly drinks left. in disgust he throws his empty glass down and it explodes into bits all over the floor. just then the doorbell rings and the cursing, grumbling Santa throws open the door. a little angel is standing on his doorstep, with a great big Christmas tree. And the angel asks ever so sweetly, ’Santa, where would you like me to put this?’ And that, my friend, is how the little angel came to be on top of the Christmas tree