he Englishman flicks on his lighter and says, “It’s a candle.”

St. Peter lets him pass.

The Welsh man jingles his keys and says,

“They’re sleigh bells.” St. Peter lets him pass.

The Irish man pulls out a G-string and bra. St. Peter says,

“How do they represent Christmas?”

Paddy says, “They’re Carols.”

It was a snowy Christmas Eve, and three men—an Englishman, a Welshman, and an Irishman named Paddy—found themselves standing at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter greeted them with a warm smile but also with a stern rule:

“To enter heaven on Christmas Eve, you must each present something that represents the Christmas spirit.”

The Englishman, ever prepared, reached into his pocket, flicked on his lighter, and declared, “It’s a candle, symbolizing the light of hope and joy.”

St. Peter nodded approvingly and opened the gates. “Well done, come in!”

The Welshman rummaged through his coat, produced his keys, and jingled them merrily. “They’re sleigh bells,” he said, grinning.

St. Peter clapped his hands. “Creative! You may enter.”

Finally, Paddy stepped up. He reached into his bag and triumphantly pulled out a red G-string and a matching bra. St. Peter raised an eyebrow. “And how, my dear friend, do those represent Christmas?”

With a cheeky grin, Paddy replied, “They’re Carol’s!”

St. Peter paused for a moment, suppressing a laugh, then burst into hearty laughter. “Good heavens, Paddy, I’ve heard many interpretations of Christmas spirit, but this one takes the pudding! Welcome in!”

And with that, the three men entered heaven, the sound of jingling keys, laughter, and holiday cheer trailing behind them.