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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Hey, Julie...

Remember when I would send emails with the subject, "a little chuckle"?  Well, here's a cute one.

When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree


alli zachry 6:54 AM  


Anonymous 6:46 PM  

Santa's day sounds much like mine. Wake up at 6am to a husband that wants to play. Roll out of bed at 6:35 to make blueberry muffins to find a 5 year old that wants to crack the eggs. Substituted for 4 hours at my kids kindergarten. Arrive home at 12:15 to a perfectly clean house (thank god for virginia) and throw a frozen pizza in the oven and begin to cook chicken in the crockpot. Drop the crockpot lid on the floor and shatter it into a million pieces (so much for the perfectly clean house). Plan to work outside in the yard and clean up the garage because it is a beautiful day. Get the pressure washer all set up, cranked and spraying the outside of the house only to have it break because we left it outside in 19 degree weather. My son and nephew entertained themselves by picking cotton from the field beside our house, stuffed it into a glass bowl and tried to put the lid on as it crashed to the floor and broke into a zillion pieces. The rest of the gang arrived home from school. . . I could continue, but I won't.
As I was dropping off price and ben for basketball practice, I call my friend kristin to set up our annual Christmas escape. I guess you could say she is my angel. Love You, Julie

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