| Santa and Banta owned a hotel. Unfortunately it lit up in flames one night. Banta called Santa to give him the news. He was distraught and asked him to meet him. Once there, Banta was pacing and screaming, "Santa, everything is lost! My life! Everything!" Santa stood stoically with his hands in his pockets. Banta screamed, "Oye Santa, my God what will we do?" Santa stood there with his hands in his pockets. Banta couldn't stand the silence and blurted out, "Santa I am crazy! I am pulling the hair from my head and you stand there with your hands in your pockets!" Santa looked at Banta and replied, "Banta, does it matter from where you are pulling the hair?" |