A Christmas Story
Three pilots died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.
Saint Peter said, 'In honor of this holy season, you must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.'
The Army helicopter pilot thumbed through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. 'It's a candle,’ he said. Saint Peter said 'It did make light; you may pass through the pearly gates'.
The Air Force pilot reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, 'They're bells.' Saint Peter said, 'They had a ring to them; you may pass through the pearly gates.’
The Marine pilot started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties. St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 'And just what do those symbolize?' He replied, 'These are Carols.'
And so, my friends, the Christmas Season Begins...
Three pilots died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.
Saint Peter said, 'In honor of this holy season, you must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.'
The Army helicopter pilot thumbed through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. 'It's a candle,’ he said. Saint Peter said 'It did make light; you may pass through the pearly gates'.
The Air Force pilot reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, 'They're bells.' Saint Peter said, 'They had a ring to them; you may pass through the pearly gates.’
The Marine pilot started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties. St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 'And just what do those symbolize?' He replied, 'These are Carols.'
And so, my friends, the Christmas Season Begins...
