| On their anniversary night, Santa and his wife, Jeeto, sat down in the den with her favourite magazine, turned on the soft reading lamp, slipped off her shoes, patted and propped her feet and announced that he was preparing dinner all by himself. "How romantic!" Jeeto thought. Two-and-a-half hours later, Jeeto was still waiting for dinner to be served. She tiptoed to the kitchen and found it a colossal mess. Santa, removing something indescribable from the smoking oven, saw her in the doorway. "Almost ready!" he vowed. "Sorry it took me so long, I had to refill the pepper shaker." "Why, honey, how long could that have taken you?" "More than an hour, I reckon. Wasn`t easy stuffin` it through those dumb little holes." |