An old joke for Throwback Thursday before Christmas…
In early December, four of Santa’s elves got sick.
When the trainee elves could not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa began to feel some pre–Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus mentioned that her Mother was coming to visit, stressing Santa even more.
He went to harness the reindeer, and found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had gotten loose and were out, Heaven knows where. Then, when he began load-testing the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked; the bag of toys fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went back in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.
Opening the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, breaking it into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He got the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang.
An irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, only to find 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 put it?” And that’s how the tradition of the angel tree topper began!
Not a lot of people know this. You’re welcome 🙂
because I’m an April baby, and that’s my birthstone angel that my mother and I made 16 years ago after my dad passed away. Mom had come back from Arizona to inter my father’s ashes at the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery about 50 miles southwest of Chicago.
It’s a very impressive sight, a little like Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia, with rows of granite headstones and plaques rather than white crosses. The cemetery was opened in recent years because of the growing need for burial space as WWII veterans reached their 80s and 90s.
When things had quieted down after the initial memorial service and gathering of family, I wasn’t sure how to keep my mother occupied as she grieved and tried to decide what she wanted to do next with her life.
So while she stayed with us, she and I assembled quite a few of these little angels made from different colored birthstone beads and golden pins to sell at craft shows. I’m not sure, but I think being surrounded by all those angels made getting through the next few weeks a little easier for us both.
(My theme for the A to Z Challenge is birthdays)
This is a moving video to accompany Michelle’s poem, reblogged below. If you have not seen it before, Angel is a reference to the smoke pattern from the plane and also the mission. The singer is Radney Foster. Please listen carefully to the voices from the tower. Tissues, too…
A beautiful poem from my lovely virtual friend, Michelle Cook.