Tuesday, December 25, 2007
The True Meaning of Christmas-
Santa was not having a good Christmas. It was snowing hard and Rudolph was hitting the bottle again, but the rest of the reindeer were refusing to fly without him; the elves were staging a work slowdown and Mrs. Claus had told him to go make his own @^&*%#! dinner because she was fed up with him working every Christmas Eve. Santa was wiping reindeer vomit off the floor when the littlest angel barged through the door, dragging the huge North Pole Christmas tree behind him.
"Yo, Fat Boy!" he yelled. "Where do you want me to stick this?"
And so began the beloved Christmas tradition of an angel perched atop our Christmas tree.