Santa came home earlier than usual, when his wife, Jeeto's lover was still in the apartment.

She hid her lover in a closet, and served dinner. As they ate, something rustled in the closet.

"What's that?" Santa husband asked.

"Nothing, darling. Just jackets."

After a while, they again heard some noise in the closet.

"What the hell is that?"

"I'm telling you, just jackets."

A few minutes later, the noise sounded once more.

"I'll check it," Santa said. "You'll regret it if it's not jackets."

Santa yanked the closet's door open. Inside, he saw a man who held a pistol.


Santa quietly closed the door, and said, "Indeed, jackets, darling."