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3 Funny Christmas Stories
1.Why We Put Angels On Top Of Christmas Trees2.The Phrase Fathers Fear Most On Christmas Day3.A Funny Christmas Story From Year's Past
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Story #1:Why We Put Angels On Top Of Christmas Trees
Author Unknown
One Christmas, a long time ago, Santa Claus was getting ready for his annual trip; butthere were problems …… everywhere.Four of his elves were away sick and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast asthe regular ones. So, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.Then, Mrs. Claus popped in to tell Santa that her mother was coming to stay for Christmas; which stressed him even more.After a while, he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about togive birth and two had jumped the fence and run away, heaven knows where to.
Then, when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards broke and several large toy- bags fell to the ground, scattering their contents all over the place. Needless to say, Santawas not in the best of moods.Suddenly, the doorbell rang and he went to the door expecting another problem. Butwhen he opened it, there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree that she had brought especially to cheer him up.The angel greeted him very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas Santa Claus. Isn’t it just awonderful day? I have a beautiful tree for you. See, isn’t it just the loveliest Christmastree you’ve ever seen? Where would you like me to put it?”Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree..
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Story #2:The Phrase Fathers Fear Most On Christmas Day
Author Tim Herrera
There are three words often heard at this time of year that strike fear into the hearts of fathers everywhere. Those three words can crush the spirit of even the most capableDad. Those words: “Some assembly required.”My children have now grown beyond the stage where every blasted Christmas gift theyreceive needs to be constructed using tools thinner than sewing needles by the skillful,unwavering hands of a neurosurgeon. I cannot tell you how many times I have cursedSanta’s elves – or the blue-vested Toys-R-Us guys – for not pre-assembling themountains of toys my kids have received over the years. I have the scarred knuckles to prove my point.“Come see what Santa brought us!” our kids would yell when they were very little.“Daddy, why are your hands bandaged and packed in ice?”It’s easier when kids are very small. Many of their Christmas toys come pre-assembled.In fact, many come in one piece. Parents just remove the expensive gadgets from their boxes, make sure all the bells ring and the buzzers sound. Then we put the toys on theshelves because the kids are too busy exploring the empty boxes rather than enjoying thewhiz-bang educational SAT improving PBS and pediatrician approved learning
plaything we just bought, thanks to a bank loan.“Some assembly required.” That phrase echoes in my head like Edgar Allan Poe’sraven, or that abrasive duck from the insurance commercials.It’s harder when the kids are at that in-between age where they are too young toassemble toys themselves and too young to be of any help whatsoever.“Hey, pal, please hand me the screwdriver.”“You mean this?”“No. That’s a garden hose. The screwdriver is the long metal thing with the plastichandle.”“You mean that?”“No. That’s a shovel that we use to clean up after the dog. Never mind. Go get Mommyfor me now that I’m pinned under this basketball hoop and can’t move. Tell Mommythat Daddy is losing consciousness.” Now that three of our kids are teenagers and one is an almost-teen, gift giving doesn’tinvolve Craftsman tools, words under my breath or directions written in Swedish. Theonly knuckle scraping I experience now comes from constantly reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. And the only blood loss I risk comes from putting things inenvelopes and risking paper cuts.“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart! Here’s a Target gift card to keep along with your Borders gift card and your Blockbuster gift card!”I know that giving gift cards seem like the lazy man’s way out. There are times when Ilook back sentimentally on those past Christmas Eves, where my wife and I stayed upuntil 3:00 a.m. struggling to follow the directions for assembling dollhouses, bicycles or life-sized Batcaves. Our hands shook from overwork and from downing two-liter bottlesof Diet Coke to stay awake. Our eyes were tired and crossed from trying to connect toomany slots “A” to slots “B”. Then after getting about twenty minutes of sleep the kidswould stampede into the bedroom announcing that Santa left behind a mountain of toys,and several empty plastic soda bottles.
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