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The Little Angel on the Top of the Christmas Tree

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 at 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 coffeepot 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 of. 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 tree.

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Quotes of the day – Robert Heinlein

Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.

Always listen to experts. They’ll tell you what can’t be done and why. Then do it.

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

A motion to adjourn is always in order.

Progress isn’t made by early risers. It’s made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.

There is no such thing as luck. There is only adequate or inadequate preparation to cope with a statistical universe.

A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits

Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work almost as well.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

One man’s “magic” is another man’s engineering. “Supernatural” is a null word.

You live and learn. Or you don’t live long.

One man’s theology is another man’s belly laugh.

Democracy is based on the assumption that a million men are wiser than one man. How’s that again? I missed something.

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Evel Knievel jumps the river Styx

Evel Knievel passed away on Friday at the age of 69. Maxim Magazine has a great interview with him here, which may have been his last.

Evel Knievel, the hard-living, death-defying adventurer who went from stealing motorcycles to riding them in a series of spectacular airborne stunts in the 1960s and ’70s, has died. He was 69.

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