A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward Santa, playing the next hole.
The ball hit him, and he immediately colasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in evident agony. The woman rushed down to Santa and immediately began to apologize.
"Please allow me to help. I'm a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me," she told Santa earnestly.
"Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I'll be alright. I'll be fine in a few minutes," Santa replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal position still clasping his hands together in his groin.
But she persisted, and Santa finally allowed her to help him. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, she loosened his pants, and she put her hands inside. She began to massage him.
She then asked Santa, "How does that feel?"
Santa replied, "It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell.