It had been a long rough season leading up to Christmas Eve, Santa had been losing money in the stock market, the weather was foul he didn't think he was going to be able to deliver presents and to top it all off Rudolph had a cold so his nose wasn't working. In the midst of all this misery Santa hears a knock on the door, when he opens the door, there before him is the Angel that lives at the north pole and delivers his Christmas tree every year. The Angel looks up at Santa and says " Merry Christmas Santa, I have your tree, Where would you like me to stick it".

Ever since that fatefull night we've had the custom of sticking an Angel on top of the Christmas tree