Av naturlige årsaker

Mary Christmas, altså kona til Julenissen, hvisket meg i øret at det kunne være smart å skifte nick en stund for å unngå misforståelser når Jule er stressa!

Og etter at hun hadde fortalt meg hvorfor, var jeg snar om å følge rådet! Muligens litt pysete av meg, men det får da være grenser for hvor jeg skal plukke barnåler ved påsketider eller deromkring.

Dette var historien som Mary C. fortalte meg:

A (true?)Christmas Story

When four of Santa's elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa that her Mum was coming to visit.  This stressed Santa even more.

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

Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the sacks split, and the toys fell to the ground in the snow.

So frustrated,Santa went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had finished off the booze, and there was nothing to drink.

In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces alll over the kitchen floor.

He went to get the broom and found that the mice had eaten the straw end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritable Santa trudged to the door which he opened to find a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said, very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas Santa.  Isn't it 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.

....og det er selvsagt for å være på den sikre siden at jeg har satt treet oppned i år :o)