Santa Cums Once a Year

As I watched him dress I asked him not to go. “Please come back to bed."

Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me. "Come now, my dear. It is the busiest night of the year for me."

"Please, just another hour," I begged him.

Laughing, he made his way to the door. On reaching it, he turned to me and looking right into my eyes he said, "My dear Christabel, don't you know that Santa only cums once a year?”