And there, on that most miserable of Christas Eves, with a huge storm raging outside, the toys not yet wrapped, the sled not yet loaded, Rudolph digging around in the closet for a spare nose-lamp… into this chaos came the Littlest Angel, dragging behind her this enormous Christmas tree. “Santa,” she said, “where do you want me to put this?”
He told her.
And now you know why there’s an angel on top of every Christmas tree…
And there, on that most miserable of Christas Eves, with a huge storm raging outside, the toys not yet wrapped, the sled not yet loaded, Rudolph digging around in the closet for a spare nose-lamp… into this chaos came the Littlest Angel, dragging behind her this enormous Christmas tree. “Santa,” she said, “where do you want me to put this?”
He told her.
And now you know why there’s an angel on top of every Christmas tree…