Three chaps are out on the town on Christmas Eve, having a great time when, crossing the street from one bar to the next, they are hit by a truck and killed instantly.
They arrive at the pearly gates, where St Peter, wearing a party hat, blowing a hooter and obviously the worse for wear himself says : “Stop right there, it’s Christmas, so you can only come in if you’re carrying something Christmas-related.”
The three pals look at each other in bemusement, but think they’ll try their luck as the party inside sounds to be in full swing.
Delving into his jacket pocket, the first pulls out his cigarette lighter, flicks it open and says “Here you go, a candle!” “Go on then,” says St Pete, “I’m feeling generous, in you go ..”
“How about you, number two, what yuletide accoutrements are you carrying? Matey delves into his trouser pockets, finds his bunch of house keys, waves them at St Pete and sings “Jingle Bells” …. “Come on, you’re in”, says the man in the hat.
Third bloke realises he’s going to be left in the cold, as he knows he’s got nothing remotely Christmas-connected about his person.
Searching his pocket, he’s reminded of the office party earlier in the day, and the fun he had in the stationery cupboard. Pulling out a pair of black lacy knickers, he waves them under St Peter’s nose.
“And WHAT, pray tell, is remotely Christmassy about THOSE?” asks the gatekeeper.
“They’re Carol’s”
