A little boy siting on Santa’s lap

A little boy about nine or ten, was siting on Santa’s lap.

Santa pointed his finger in the boys face, and said,

“George I know what you want for Christmas! A T-O-Y.” “Nope!” replied George.

Then again, pointing his finger in the boys face, “You want C-A-N-D-Y.” “Nope!” replied George.

“Then just what the hell do you want,” ask Santa.

George looked Santa in the face, pointing his finger,

“I want some P-*-*-S-Y! And don’t tell me that you don’t have any.

Because I can smell it on your finger!”