On December 23rd one year, a Jewish storekeeper was about to close up shop early when a distinguished-looking man hurried in.
“May I help you?”
“I need to buy my wife a Christmas present.”
“Well…” she proceeded to show him some different things that might be of interest to the man’s wife. Finally, he picked out a gift and waited for the woman to ring up the sale.
“You must be very relieved to be finished with your Christmas shopping,” she said.
“Oh, I’m not. I’m just starting,” was his reply.
The Jewish woman stopped. She thought about all the Jewish holidays, keeping track of when they all fall. She remembered all the baking she did for the different holidays. Holy days on the Jewish calendar move around the calendar from year to year much like Easter does on the Christian calendar.
She looked at him with piercing eyes and said, “You know. Christmas is on the 25th.”
“I know,” the man replied in despair.
“And just to give you a heads-up, it’ll be on the 25th again next year.”
Not a Genius
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