Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs Claus had burnt all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not getting paid for the overtime they had worked while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed into a tree. Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours... all of my reideers are drunk, the elves are on strike and I don't even have a Christmas tree! I sent that stupid Little Angel out HOURS ago to find a tree and he isn't back yet! What am I going to do?"
Just then the Little Angel opened the front door and stepped in from a snowy night, dragging a Christmas tree. He says, "Yo, fat man! Where do want me to stick the tree this year?"
And so it came to pass... the tradition of angels atop the Christmas tree was begun.
Happy Christmas one and all.