Santa, where's your homework?" the teacher said sternly to the little boy while holding out her hand. "My dog ate it," was his solemn response. "Santa, I've been a teacher for eighteen years. Do you really expect me to believe that?" "It's true, Miss, I swear," insisted the boy. "I had to force him, but he ate it!"
Santa! Your daughter has died! Depressed, he jumps from the 100th floor At the 50th floor, he remembers he doesn't have a daughter! At the 25th flr: He's unmarried! At the 10th: He's Banta not Santa.
