Santa and his girlfriend were out driving one day. He noticed that she kept looking at him and smiling.
Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear, 'Can you drive using only one hand? '
'I sure can', Santa grinned, thinking his luck was in.
'Good', she said, 'then wipe your nose; it`s running
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem