Three Celts have the misfortune to die in a car crash on Christmas eve. When they arrive at the pearly gates St Peter says," well me muckers, all three of you are on Santa's naughty list but seeing it is Christmas eve, I will let you in; but on one condition - you have to show me something that speaks of Christmas."

The first reaches into his pocket and pull outs out his keys. He shakes them and says "Christmas Bells".

"In you go," says St Peter.

The next reaches in and produces his lighter. He says, "Christmas Candles."

"You too," says St Peter.

The third thinks for a moment, then reaches into his sporan and produces a pair of womens panties.

St Peter looks at him with shock, fully at a loss for words.

"Carol's" says himself and makes for the gate.