“I’m glad you agreed to this meeting,” Santa Claus puffed, wedging himself between a chair and a small table. “It’s time we started working together at this Christmas thing.”
The man seated opposite him said nothing.
“Look, Jesus,” Santa sighed, “can’t you see everything we have in common? Giving. Loving children. Wanting people to be good and kind to one another. If you’d lighten up a bit, we’d basically be the same person!”
“You really think so?” Jesus replied softly.
“Okay. Tell me about the last time you shed blood, sweat and tears for a child who’d been naughty.”