Posted for a friend in the hospital at this time so they can find it.
Now some things could only happen because there is a Christmas, like this story:
Moses and Jesus and an old man were in a threesome playing golf one day. Moses pulled up to the tee and drove a long one. The ball landed in the fairway, but rolled directly toward a water hazard. Quickly Moses raised his club, the water parted and it rolled to the other side, safe and sound.
Next, Jesus strolled up to the tee and hit a nice long one directly toward the same water hazard. It landed right in the center of the pond and sat gently on the water without causing a ripple. Jesus casually walked out on the pond and chipped the ball onto the green.
The old man got up and clumsily whacked the ball. It went over a line of trees and into oncoming traffic on a nearby street. It bounced off a
truck and hit a nearby tree. Then it bounced onto the roof of a shack close by and rolled down into the gutter, down the drain spout, out onto the fairway and straight toward the same water hazard. On the way to the water, the ball hit a stone and bounced out over the water onto a lily pad, where it rested quietly. Suddenly a large bullfrog jumped up on the lily pad and snatched the ball into his mouth. Then an eagle swooped down and grabbed the frog and flew away. As they passed over the green, the frog dropped the ball, which bounced right into the cup for a hole in one.
Moses slumped his shoulders, shook his head, turned to Jesus and said, “I hate playing with your Dad.”