It had been a bad year for Santa.
The elves were on strike, there was no snow, the reindeer were more interested in games than work. And Mrs. Claus was on Santa’s case: “No one appreciates you, dear. You should just retire. The world has changed and, frankly, I think you’ve become a bit of an old fogey.”
That’s when Santa’s doorbell rang.
Santa answered the door and standing there, holding a perfectly formed Christmas tree was a radiant little angel. “Merry Christmas, Santa!” said the angel. “Here’s your Christmas tree! Where do you want me to put it?”
And that’s how the angel got on top of the Christmas tree.