A traveller was driving through countryside when his car broke down. There was a cottage near by so he went up to it and knocked on the door. Santa opened the door.
"My car has conked out," said the traveller, "Where can I spend the night?"
"Why, right here of course!" said Santa, "Come in and avail yourself of our hospitality."
The traveller duly entered the humble but cosy residence.
"Jeeto," shouted Santa, "make a meal for the gentleman and remember to uphold our great tradition of our hospitality."
The traveller was soon tucking into an appetising meal, Jeeto had indeed spared no effort to extend their hospitality to the guest.
"And now," said Santa, "I'm afraid I must go out and milk the cows, but just make yourself at home and take full advantage of our hospitality."
No sooner had the door closed behind him than the traveller set about seducing Jeeto. In no time at all he had her on floor and was on the job.
Suddenly the door opened and Santa entered the room. He took one look at what was going on and his face turned purple with rage. He dropped his two buckets of milk with a crash and gave verbal vent to his wrath.
"After all I have been saying about our famous hospitality," he roared, "Arch your back woman, and take the poor man's balls off the cold floor."