| As a 'thank you' to his father's estate workers, the eldest son would dress up as Father Christmas each year and visit every house with a sackful of toys. This year, he arrived at the third house and tiptoed into the bedroom„ only to be confronted by a beautiful young woman who sat up in bed when she heard his footsteps. "Oh, Im so sorry," said Father Christmas. "I thought this was Bobby's room." "No, he's next door," she whispered. "But don't go, stay a while," and with that she dropped the sheet to reveal a see-flhrouqh nightie. "No, no," said Father Christmas blushing, "I've got a busy night ahead of me." "Oh, come on," she urged, slowly disrobing. "A few more minutes won't make that much difference." "I'm sorry I can't," he replied, now feeling very hot under the collar. "Oh please," she said, jumping naked out of bed. "Oh bugger it!" he exclaimed, putting down the sack of toys. "I wouldn't get back up the chimney like this anyway." |