Thank you L&H and Eman. To paraphrase the biblical text,
'it is more blessed to give ...' If my posts are received with
half as much pleasure as I derive from posting them, then
my cup (of happiness)
runneth over. And in view of that
holier-than-thou declaration, the following had better be
squeaky clean:
REINDEER REPRESENTATION
Little Lucy's pretty facial features were contorted
by a petulant pout; she felt aggrieved. 'It isn't fair,'
she bemoaned to her big brother Bobby. 'Why should
Santa's reindeer all be boys?'
'Oh no they're not,' chortled Bobby in pretend pantomime
mode. 'Haven't you heard of Olive the other reindeer?'
SLOW PLAY SOLUTION
A priest, a doctor, a businessman and a Scotsman were
being held up by a slow golf foursome ahead of them.
The doctor exclaimed in frustration: 'I've never seen such
poor golf.' The businessman shouted: 'Move it on guys,
time is money.' The Scot chimed in: 'Och aye, we've been
waiting at this hole for nigh on 15 minutes.'
Just then the priest spied a buggy-borne course marshal
and grabbed his attention: 'Can't you have a word with those
slow players, they're taking ages to play each hole.'
The marshal explained: 'They are blind firefighters who lost
their sight saving our clubhouse from being burned down last
year. To show our gratitude we make the course available to
them unhindered and free of charge.'
An embarrassed silence descended on the group, then the
priest declared: 'That's so sad; I think I'll say a special prayer
for them tonight.'
The doctor nodded in agreement: 'I shall contact my opthalmology
colleagues and ask if there is anything they can do for such brave
souls.' The businessman contributed to the growing outflow of
concern: 'I think I'll donate £350.000 to the Firefighters Benevolent
Fund in honour of these selfless men.'
Then the Scotsman proffered his insightful suggestion:
'Why kin they no play at night?'
