More From Scrooge
From age 15 to age 31, I worked in the grocery business. Holidays were never very fun. I always had to work tons of hours because we were so busy and it was a major hassle getting time off to accommodate all the family holiday parties. I can honestly say for most of those years I never really enjoyed the holiday season.
From age 31 to age 46, I worked for various non-profits doing urban community development. The holidays were a pretty slow time. In fact we would simply shut down the week between Christmas and New Year because nothing really happened. I loved the holidays.
As you know since this past April, I have been back in the retail business. The folks that work for me have begun calling me scrooge. I never really put the connection together between what I am doing now and what I did for the first 16 years of my career.
Someone just sent me this funny story about Santa, and it reminded me of the type of crap I go through here are the factory and why I get so crabby this time of the year. So enjoy this story from me...Scrooge!
The Christmas Angel
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure. Then, Mrs, Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where. And, when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood 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 for me to stick it?"
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top on the Christmas tree.
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