Santa comes home with his little daughter, whom he has just taken to work.
The little girl asks, 'Daddy, I saw you in your office with your secretary. Why do you call her a doll? '
Feeling his wife, Jeeto`s gaze upon him, Santa explains, 'Well, honey, my secretary is a very hard-working girl. She types like you wouldn`t believe, she knows the computer system, and is very efficient.'
'Oh, ' says the little girl, 'I thought it was because she closed her eyes when you lay her down on the couch.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem