Santa Claus has been running behind schedule and he has had one problem after another.

A bunch of the elves came down sick and the temporary replacements are slow and production is falling off.

Mrs. Claus announces that her mother is coming for a month's visit.

While checking on the reindeer, Santa discovers that two of them are pregnant and the local reindeer dealer is a highway robber.

To cap it off, he decides to give himself a nip of whiskey and discovers that the elves drank it all up.

At this moment, the doorbell rings.

Santa storms to the door and opens it.

A truly sweet looking little angel is standing there with a Christmas tree. The angel explains that the tree is just for him, Santa!.

The angel asks: " Where do you want me to stick it?"

And that is how the tradition of the angel at the top of the Christmas tree began.

I've always liked that one but it never seems to go over well.

AAARRGH!

Gene:

I had a gut reaction at first that I shouldn't post it. I told myself that it wasn't a religious joke and went ahead. Your reaction (and Dave's) tells me I should have listened to that gut reaction! Sorry, guys.