Santa is sitting at the coffee shop, staring morosely into his coffee.
Banta walks in and sits down. After trying to start a conversation several times and getting only distracted grunts, he asks Santa what the problem is.
“Well,” said Santa, “I ran afoul of one of those questions my wife asks. Now I’m in deep trouble at home.”
“What kind of question?” asked Banta.
“My wife asked me if I would still love her if when she was old, fat and ugly.”
“That’s easy,” said Banta. “You just say ‘Of course I will!”
“Yeah,” said Santa, “that’s what I did, except I said ‘Of course I DO.'”