Santa went to heaven. He was happy that God allowed him a free session. He had so many questions to ask. Santa fired rapid questions.
Santa: "Why did you make my wife so pretty?"
God: "So you would like her."
Santa: "That is fine," "But how come you made her so beautiful?"
God: "So you would love her",
Santa pondered a moment and then asked, "But why did you make her so foolish?"
God retorted: "So she would love you!"
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Santa: "Why did you make my wife so pretty?"
God: "So you would like her."
Santa: "That is fine," "But how come you made her so beautiful?"
God: "So you would love her",
Santa pondered a moment and then asked, "But why did you make her so foolish?"
God retorted: "So she would love you!"
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