Jangle the elf approached the desk of his employer, the fat man himself, Santa Claus.
"Weren't you supposed to bring the mail?" Santa asked Jangle with a befuddled look.
"I did," with that Jangle handed Santa three envelopes, two of which were bills.
"What's this?" Santa gasped, "It's nearly Christmas and I only received one letter?" He quickly opened it and read it aloud: "'Dear Santa, I've already asked Gifutoman what I wanted for Christmas, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to cover my bases. I want a Red Ryder—' Gifutoman? What's a Gifutoman?"
"The Japanese version of you," Jangle explained.
To be continued . . .
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