Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: Greenville area / SC
The Angel and the Christmas tree
It was close to Christmas and Santa was really stressed out. Mrs Clause didn’t mend his suit from last year, the elves were behind on their toy production, his sleigh was in poor repair, and the pixies that were suppose to fix the harness were on strike.
He was thundering around the North Pole like an angry polar bear, lashing out at everything and everyone. Just then his doorbell rang and a sweet, tiny, little Angel was standing there with a little Christmas tree looking with big soulful eyes at Santa and asked, “Where would you like me to put the Christmas tree, Santa?”
And that is how the Angel came to sit on top of the Christmas tree.
I'm not arguing with you, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
It's not always what you say but what they hear.