'I think I'll have to take this sledge for a service,' Father Christmas sighed. You'd never get it up the church steps!
Father Christmas' sledge broke down on Christmas Eve. He flagged down a passing motorist and asked, 'Can you help me fix my sledge?' 'Sorry,' the motorist replied. 'I'm not a mechanic - I'm a chiropodist.' 'Well, can you give me a toe?'