The Origin of the Christmas Tree Angel

(This is a poem I wrote 8 years ago or so after hearing a joke about how the Angel came to be at the top of the Christmas tree)


'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the North,
Every creature was stirring to bring presents forth.

Santa was scurrying to find his red sack,
Rudolph was fevered, the sled had a crack.

Mrs. Clause came forward to give out her warning;
Only twelve hours left until Christmas morning.

"Where is my coffee" Santa said with a huff.
"And why in the hell can't I get this bag stuffed?"

The elves were all quarreling over a poker game,
Dasher and Dancer were riddled with pain.

Santa's hot coffee was spilled in his lap,
"Good Lord" he exclaimed, "I could sure use a nap!"

He tried on his red suit-a little too tight,
He'd have to ride in long Johns all through the night.

Amidst all the talk, amidst all the clatter,
There came a small sound; rat-a-tat-tatter.

Santa opened the door to an angel so sweet,
With a cute smiling face standing there at his feet.

"Santa," she said, holding a Christmas tree thicket,
"Where in your house would you like me to stick it?"