Okay, okay, I can't resist. I have this Christmas joke see, and I figure to brighten the spirits a little. So here goes: you all ever wonder how the angel ended up on top of the Christmas tree? Well, it turns out the story goes like this -

Many moons ago, Santa woke up on Christmas Eve morning and he knew it was going to be a bad day. His coffee was cold, toast burnt, eggs runny, the worst snowstorm in a hundred years was pounding the North Pole, Mrs. Claus was being particularly difficult, three of the reindeer came down with hoof-and-mouth disease, Rudolph's nose wasn't shining bright due to a faulty filament, and the elves decided to strike unless Santa met their demands for increased health care and higher wages, and the spring in his lazy boy recliner stuck him in the butt when he went to sit down. So, he's sitting there asking himself "Why? Why me? I'm the jolliest fellow on the planet!"

And then the Christmas angel walks in and asks "Santa, what do you want me to do with this Christmas tree?"

I'll show myself out.