Angel on the tree
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lissalysikanWhy is the angel on top of the tree?
It’s the Christmas season, and stories are retold. And every year we find someone who is hearing this story for the first time.
Like many other things we take for granted, many have wondered “How, Why is there an Angel on top of the Christmas Tree “
Well….it happened a long time ago, way back in the old days. Santy wuz settin’ there in front of the fireplace, laid out in the Lazy Boy, had his feet up and toastin’ em, when he kinda jumped awake and glanced at his watch. Jeez, it ‘uz ‘leven thirty ! It wuz Christmas Eve and he had to be outta there by twelve or he wouldn’t git all the toys delivered in time ! Mrs Santy hadn’ woke ‘im, ‘cause last Christmas she woke ‘im up early and the ol’ buzzard got cranky and just got all over her. So this time she wuddin’ ‘bout to wake ‘im up, she just let the old bugger sleep in.
Santy jumped outta the recliner, and run to the back room. He tore through the closet looking fer that red suit. He found ‘er back there and shook the moth balls outta the sleeve and slipped into the britches. He popped them ol’ galluses up over his shoulders, ……..and he heard a great-big RIP ! He backed up to the mirro, an’ dadgum, he’d tore the seat tight outta them britches. He glanced at his watch and it wuz 25 ‘til twelve. He skinned off them britches and run ‘em down to the little tailor elves, and said, “Boys, sew this back up.” And they did.
Santy come in and ‘n hunted ‘round in the closet fer his boots. He couldn’t find ‘em, and hollered, “Maw, Where’s my boots at ?” She told him “They’re out on the back porch where you left ‘em when ya come in last Christmas !” He run out on the back porch they’d built on the trailer house, ‘n shur-nuf’, there they were. He’d pulled ‘em off wet last year ‘an they’d dried out. Ya know how they git, all gnarled and dry and bent outta shape. Well, he stuffed his feet in ‘em and kinda popped his heels down on the floor, ‘n dadgum, if the heel didn’t all off the left boot. Santy glanced at his watch. It wuz 20 ‘til twelve. He began to get a little anxious. He ripped them boots off and took ‘em down to the little cobbler elves and said, “Boys, hammer this back on.” And they did.
Santy slipped on his boots and run into the house, grabbed his coat, and took out across the yard to hook up the sleigh. Well, the yard light had burnt out, and somebody ‘ad left the fresno, that reindeer pulled snow plow, parked in the driveway. He hit that sucker at a high lope, and went head over heels and ‘lit with a great big war hoop. That spooked the reindeer an’ they went over the top rail and out into the beet tops. Santy glanced at his watch. It wuz quarter till twelve. He got a little knot in his stomach. He run back to the bunkhouse, shook out the little cowboy elves an’ said, “Boys, saddle up, and go gather them reindeer”. And they did.
They brought the reindeer into the barn, put ‘em all in the hitch, and hooked ‘em up to the sleigh. Santy jumped up on the buckboard seat on the sleigh, cracked his whip, ‘n the reindeer took off.. Santy jis sat there ! The tugs had broke on the harness. Santy glanced at his watch. It wuz 10 to twelve. Santy said, “Boys, gather up them reindeer and I’ll go fix these”. He run down, got some rivets, put ‘em in, hooked the team back up, leaped in the sleigh an’ slid on down in front of the house. Just as they pulled up to the house, one of the runners fell of the sleigh. Santy glanced at his watch. It was 5 to twelve. He was fit to be tied !
He said, “Boys, unhook these reindeer”. And they did. They slid the sleigh up to the shop, welded the runner back on, brought ‘er down and hooked her back up.
Santy run into the house. Grabbed that big bag o’ toys an‘ slung ‘em over his shoulder,
….Yup, you know what happened. The bottom tore outta the bag and toys jus’ went everywhere.
Santy was down on his hands and knees, scrabblin’ ‘round an grabbin’, trying to git them toys gathered up and stuffed back in a Safeway bag.
Just then a little Angel come flyin’ in the door, with a Christmas tree over his shoulder.
The Angel asked….”Santy, where you want me to put this ?”
……….. ! …………….! ……………..!
Bye for now.
It’s the Christmas season, and stories are retold. And every year we find someone who is hearing this story for the first time.
Like many other things we take for granted, many have wondered “How, Why is there an Angel on top of the Christmas Tree “
Well….it happened a long time ago, way back in the old days. Santy wuz settin’ there in front of the fireplace, laid out in the Lazy Boy, had his feet up and toastin’ em, when he kinda jumped awake and glanced at his watch. Jeez, it ‘uz ‘leven thirty ! It wuz Christmas Eve and he had to be outta there by twelve or he wouldn’t git all the toys delivered in time ! Mrs Santy hadn’ woke ‘im, ‘cause last Christmas she woke ‘im up early and the ol’ buzzard got cranky and just got all over her. So this time she wuddin’ ‘bout to wake ‘im up, she just let the old bugger sleep in.
Santy jumped outta the recliner, and run to the back room. He tore through the closet looking fer that red suit. He found ‘er back there and shook the moth balls outta the sleeve and slipped into the britches. He popped them ol’ galluses up over his shoulders, ……..and he heard a great-big RIP ! He backed up to the mirro, an’ dadgum, he’d tore the seat tight outta them britches. He glanced at his watch and it wuz 25 ‘til twelve. He skinned off them britches and run ‘em down to the little tailor elves, and said, “Boys, sew this back up.” And they did.
Santy come in and ‘n hunted ‘round in the closet fer his boots. He couldn’t find ‘em, and hollered, “Maw, Where’s my boots at ?” She told him “They’re out on the back porch where you left ‘em when ya come in last Christmas !” He run out on the back porch they’d built on the trailer house, ‘n shur-nuf’, there they were. He’d pulled ‘em off wet last year ‘an they’d dried out. Ya know how they git, all gnarled and dry and bent outta shape. Well, he stuffed his feet in ‘em and kinda popped his heels down on the floor, ‘n dadgum, if the heel didn’t all off the left boot. Santy glanced at his watch. It wuz 20 ‘til twelve. He began to get a little anxious. He ripped them boots off and took ‘em down to the little cobbler elves and said, “Boys, hammer this back on.” And they did.
Santy slipped on his boots and run into the house, grabbed his coat, and took out across the yard to hook up the sleigh. Well, the yard light had burnt out, and somebody ‘ad left the fresno, that reindeer pulled snow plow, parked in the driveway. He hit that sucker at a high lope, and went head over heels and ‘lit with a great big war hoop. That spooked the reindeer an’ they went over the top rail and out into the beet tops. Santy glanced at his watch. It wuz quarter till twelve. He got a little knot in his stomach. He run back to the bunkhouse, shook out the little cowboy elves an’ said, “Boys, saddle up, and go gather them reindeer”. And they did.
They brought the reindeer into the barn, put ‘em all in the hitch, and hooked ‘em up to the sleigh. Santy jumped up on the buckboard seat on the sleigh, cracked his whip, ‘n the reindeer took off.. Santy jis sat there ! The tugs had broke on the harness. Santy glanced at his watch. It wuz 10 to twelve. Santy said, “Boys, gather up them reindeer and I’ll go fix these”. He run down, got some rivets, put ‘em in, hooked the team back up, leaped in the sleigh an’ slid on down in front of the house. Just as they pulled up to the house, one of the runners fell of the sleigh. Santy glanced at his watch. It was 5 to twelve. He was fit to be tied !
He said, “Boys, unhook these reindeer”. And they did. They slid the sleigh up to the shop, welded the runner back on, brought ‘er down and hooked her back up.
Santy run into the house. Grabbed that big bag o’ toys an‘ slung ‘em over his shoulder,
….Yup, you know what happened. The bottom tore outta the bag and toys jus’ went everywhere.
Santy was down on his hands and knees, scrabblin’ ‘round an grabbin’, trying to git them toys gathered up and stuffed back in a Safeway bag.
Just then a little Angel come flyin’ in the door, with a Christmas tree over his shoulder.
The Angel asked….”Santy, where you want me to put this ?”
……….. ! …………….! ……………..!
Bye for now.
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Date: 2008-12-09 05:52 am (UTC)