Christmas Morning Golf
Four old friends were sitting around after their weekly round of golf, when one said, “Wouldn’t it be something if we could all meet here on Christmas morning? No arguments, no delays—just roll out of bed and play.”
The others agreed, and sure enough, Christmas morning came, and there they were, clubs in hand, ready to tee off.
As they played, the first man sighed and said, “This round cost me a fortune. I had to buy my wife a diamond ring so she’d let me come.”
The second man nodded. “Same here. I gave mine a cruise. She’s at home right now buried in brochures.”
The third man chuckled. “Mine’s out in the driveway reading the manual for her brand-new car.”
They all turned to the fourth fellow, who was grinning ear to ear. “You boys spent way too much,” he said. “This morning I just gave my wife a little pat and said, ‘Merry Christmas, dear—golf course or… intercourse?’”
The others leaned in. “And what did she say?”
He laughed. “She said, ‘Don’t forget your hat.’”
