I stopped a guy for running a red light on Christmas Eve and had him sit in the back of my squad car while I ran the license check and wrote him the tag (he had run the light badly, almost causing an accident).
As I brought out my ticket book he said, “Ahh, man, you’re not going to write me a ticket on Christmas Eve, are you?”
The driver didn’t look as if he visited church often so I decided to take a chance and said to him, “If you can tell me the name of the person this holiday is named after I won’t write the ticket.”
He scrunched up his face in an obviously pained effort to come up with the name and finally answered, “Santa Claus?” I said, “Nope. Sorry.” and started to write the ticket. The guy, disappointed and exasperated, cursed loudly, and said, “Jesus Christ!”
“Too late!” I answered.