A little boy about nine or ten, was siting on Santa’s lap.
Santa pointed his finger in the boys face, and said,
“George I know what you want for Christmas! A T-O-Y.”
“Nope!” replied George.
Then again, pointing his finger in the boys face, “You want C-A-N-D-Y.”
“Nope!” replied George.
“Then just what the hell do you want,” ask Santa.
George looked Santa in the face, pointing his finger,
“I want some P-*-*-S-Y! And don’t tell me that you don’t have any.
Because I can smell it on your finger!”