A little boy visited Santa at at the department store, who asked him, “What would you like for Christmas?” The boy said, “A $*#%@#$ swing set!” Santa replied, “You’ll have to ask nicer than that if you want Santa to bring you any presents. Let’s try again. What else would you like?”
The boy responded, “A $*#%@#$ sandbox for the side yard!” Santa said, “That’s no way to talk to Santa. One more time. What else would you like for Christmas?”
The boy thought for a minute, and then said, “I want a $*#%@#$ trampoline in the front yard!” Santa had had enough, and lifted the boy off his lap. He went to talk to the boy’s parents. After telling them what he said, he told them, “I know how to stop it. Don’t get him anything for Christmas except dog poop. Put a pile in the backyard where he wants the swing set, put another pile where he wants the sandbox, and another pile where he wants the trampoline. That should make him change his tune.”
On Christmas morning, the boy went open his presents, but didn’t find any under the tree. He went out the back door, looked around, then the side door, looked around, and then the front door and looked around. He finally came back in, shaking his head, stumped.
His father asked him, “What’s wrong, son?” The boy replied, “Santa brought me a $*#%@#$ dog, but I can’t find him!”