Many moons ago, on Christmas eve, santa is getting ready for his outings. He takes out his favourite red pants, slips them on and bends over to get his shoe, and they rip right up the seems... He's mad... But slips on a newer pair that are a bit too rbight and not very comfy. Moving on into the workshop, all the elf's are on strike.. They won't do anything, no wrapping or anything, and he finds out that Rudolph's nose has gone blue from the cold. This is going to be an aweful night... Santa is getting worked up. So goes over to the kitchen to get some of his favourite whisky, and finds that the bottle is empty. He's furious, now. There's a knock at the door. "Ican't be bothered with this!!". The knocking comes again, and then another time. So he answers. A young angel, stands at the door with a tree. "Santa, what do you want me to do with this christmas tree??".......... And thus.. The Angel came to the top of the tree.