Another Christmas fable

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OK guys, I'm not as reverant as some of you so, thus, neither is my Christmas
fable.  But I think if you make an analogy of this as to preparing for a major
endurance "activity", (notice how I was too chicken to call it either a ride
or competition :)  a lot of you will sure relate to it.  

Happy Holidays all.

Lori and Keno (the  brat)
PS.   The first Christmas fable made me cry too.

One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready
 for his annual trip ... but there were problems everywhere.
   
 Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys
 as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of
 being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom 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 boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the
 ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house
 for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey. When he went to the cupboard, he
 discovered that the elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to
 drink. In his frustration, he accidentally  dropped the coffee pot and it
broke into
 hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor.
   
 He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw it was
 made from. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the
door.
 He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas
 tree.
   
 The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it just a
 lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it just a lovely tree?
 Where would you like me to stick it?"
   
 Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.