Thursday, December 08, 2005
A Christmas Story...
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 apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider 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 end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged 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 a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
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 apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider 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 end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged 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 a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Crazy Thursday...
I spent two and a half hours at the Outback Home Office in downtown Atlanta yesterday desperately trying to finalize my Liquor License. Guess what? It didn't happen. So today I attended a R.A.S.S. workshop for about three hours, then high-tailed it back to downtown Marietta to wrap things up. The license was finally issued, and a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.
Then I had to hurry back to my car, because I was illegally parked (who parks illegally while trying to obtain a liquor license?). I had to get back to my place and get ready for the Rotary Christmas Party. It took about 50 minutes to get home (15 miles), and Shannon had it worse coming from Kennesaw (19 miles, 75 minutes). But we made it on time, and had a surprisingly good time.
Then I had to hurry back to my car, because I was illegally parked (who parks illegally while trying to obtain a liquor license?). I had to get back to my place and get ready for the Rotary Christmas Party. It took about 50 minutes to get home (15 miles), and Shannon had it worse coming from Kennesaw (19 miles, 75 minutes). But we made it on time, and had a surprisingly good time.
