Three motorcycle enthusiasts wound up at the Pearly Gates at the same time. “It’s the Christmas season,” said St. Peter. “To get into Heaven, each of you must be carrying some object related to Christmas to prove to me you celebrate the holiday.”
Jerry stepped up. He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a lighter. “This represents candles and the lights of the season.”
“Go in,” said St. Peter.
Elaine walked up to St. Peter and shook her keys. “Listen. Don’t they sound like bells, the bells of Christmas.”
“Good,” said St. Peter. “You may enter.”
John strolled up and pulled a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket.
“What do those glasses have to do with Christmas,” St. Peter asked.
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