I’ll tell you. It was a very bad day in Fairyland. Santa had a cold; Mrs. Santa had PMT; the elves were threatening to go on strike; the reindeer had eaten something that disagreed with them; the parcel-wrapping machine had broken down; and it was raining.
Then a sweet little fairy walked up to Santa carrying a Christmas tree under her arm. ‘What do you want me to do with this, Santa?’ she asked ….