Santa set in front of the TV and spent the entire day surfing channels. He was of no help to his wife and just lazed around.
One day he asked: “What’s there for dinner?”
Wife (exasperated): “Why don’t you cook for a change? Just presume that I am at my parents’.”
Santa: “OK.”
A couple of hours later she got impatient and went to see, what was cooking. Santa was not in the kitchen. Dirty utensils were lying around the sink. There was no food left. She found Santa in their bedroom snoring loudly. Now angry, she woke him and asked: “Did you have your dinner?”
Santa: “Sure.”
Wife:” Why didn’t you make anything for me?”
Santa: “I assumed you are at your parents’.”
