Hello beautiful peoples!
In the week before Christmas, everything seemed to go wrong at once. First, the North Pole workshop’s main conveyor belt jammed, sending half‑finished toys flying across the room like startled birds. The elves spent hours picking up wheels, doll heads and puzzle pieces from every corner.
Then the gingerbread oven malfunctioned and burned an entire batch of Mrs. Claus’s famous cookies.
The smoke set off the fire alarm, which woke the reindeer, who panicked and knocked over three feed barrels. Santa had to calm them down one by one, muttering that this was not how he imagined his morning.
Later, when Santa checked the sleigh, he found that the polishing crew had accidentally used extra‑strength floor wax instead of sleigh polish. The runners were so slippery that the sleigh slid across the barn, crashed into a stack of hay bales and buried itself like a disgruntled mole.
Trying to salvage the day, Santa went to review the Naughty and Nice list, only to discover that the AI Helper had mixed everything up. Nice children were listed under Naughty, Naughty under Nice, and one entire page simply read “Ask Mrs. Claus”. Santa rubbed his temples and wondered if retirement might not be such a bad idea.
Just as he sat down for a moment of peace with a cup of hot cocoa, the mug handle snapped off and the cocoa spilled all over his lap. He let out a sigh that shook the icicles on the roof. At that exact moment, the doorbell rang.
Irritated beyond measure, Santa stomped to the door, flung it open, and found a little angel standing there, smiling sweetly and holding a huge Christmas tree.
“Merry Christmas, Santa, Isn’t this a wonderful day? I brought you a beautiful tree. Where would you like me to stick it?”
And that, of course, is how the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree began.
Not many people know this.
Catch you on the flip side,
AndrzejL
P.S. There were probably many, many times this year when I may have…
Disturbed you,
Troubled you,
Pestered you,
Irritated you,
Bugged you,
or got on your nerves.
So today, I just wanted to say…
Suck it up, buttercup, because there ain’t no changes planned for 2026.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and yours.
