Today, I’ve resurrected and oldie but a goodie. I intended to write but the day (Sunday) was filled with a trip to the store (let me tell you, stores are scary this close to Christmas and they are even scarier with a 7 yr old who is pinging off the walls in tow), a visit from Grandpa Claus, and baking…a ton and a half of baking. I honestly don’t know how many dozen cookies I made but, I made Peanut Butter Blossoms, sugar cookies, spritz cookies, and Pepparkokar. I am just too brain dead after all that to even think about being original or telling a new story.
So, without further ado, here is
The true story behind the angel on top of the tree
or How Saint Nick lost his Saint (first published on 12/10/10)
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…wait a minute. That is DEFINITELY not the right story intro. Oh well, let me try again.
Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, Saint Nick was preparing for one of the first modern celebrations of Christmas. He had his elves hard at work building the presents for all the good little girls and boys. Mrs. St. Nick was working hard in the kitchen and Saint Nick, well, he was getting ready to put up the very first Christmas tree. Now, given that Christmas was a celebration of Jesus’s birth, God decided he needed to send an angel down to supervise the prep work. He especially wanted his angel to watch over the decorating of the first Christmas tree since he knew it would forever after be a symbol of his son’s day.
Now, sadly, history has lost the record of exactly which angel God sent down to help Saint Nick. Considering what happened, perhaps that is for the best.
Saint Nick was happily humming Christmas hymns while he was selecting decorations to put on the towering fir tree he had dragged into his living room. All of a sudden, he was blinded by a flash of light. When his eyes finally cleared, an angel, one of God’s holiest messengers, was standing there. At first, Saint Nick was thrilled to have the advice of this angel. He wanted to make sure the tree was a proper tribute to the Christ child. Despite the positive start, the situation rapidly degenerated. Saint Nick would pick up a green ribbon. The angel would demand gold. Saint Nick would set the lights on the tree twinkling and the angel would demand he make then stop. E.V.E.R.Y. single thing Saint Nick chose would be contradicted by the angel. Yet, Saint Nick persevered and after hours and hours of aggravation he was almost done. All he had left to choose was a decoration for the top of the tree. Giving it much thought and much consideration, Saint Nick decided he should put a star on top of the first Christmas tree. After all, the three wise men were led to the baby Jesus by a star. What could be more perfect?
Well, that’s all it took to set the angel off. From the angel’s reaction, you would have thought Saint Nick’s selection of a star was a personal affront to heaven itself. “A star doesn’t have sufficient majesty. A star isn’t what began the tale. We angels were present throughout the story of Jesus’s birth.” And it went on and on and on. Finally, Saint Nick had lost it. He looked straight at the angel and yelled, “Fine, you don’t want my damn star. You think an angel is the only decoration that represents the majesty of this story. Then dammit, we’ll put an angel on top of the tree.” With that, Saint Nick grabbed the angel in one hand, the tree in the other, and he shoved the tree straight up the angel’s ass.
Thus, the tradition of using an angel on top of tree began…and Saint Nick lost his right to be called Saint, forever after being called Santa Claus.
*at least the true story according to Vic