|Jeeto was in bed with Banta and things were heating up. All of a sudden, they heard a noise downstairs.|
"Oh my God, Santa is home. What am I going to do?"
"Aw, just stay in bed with me. He's probably so drunk, he ain't gonna notice you here with me."
The fear of getting caught trying to escape was more powerful than the thought of getting caught in bed with Jeeto, so Banta trusted her advice.
Sure enough, Santa came crawling into bed and as he pulled the covers over him, he pulled the blankets, exposing six feet.
"Jeeto!" he yelled, "What the heck is going on? I see six feet at the end of the bed."
"Dear, you're so drunk, you can't count. If you don't believe me, count them again."
Santa then got out of bed, and re-counted, "One, two, three, four... by gosh, you're right, dear!" as he stumbled back into bed.