THE LIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

 

 

THE LIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS

 

Teresa, Lynn and Judy pulled into Judy’s driveway late on a Thursday night. Teresa notices a light coming from a window on the second floor.

 

Teresa: “Did you leave the light on?”

Judy: “No”.

Lynn: “What could it be?”

Judy: “I’m sure it’s nothing. Let’s go in and check it out.”

 

The three enter the house, still hearing the noise.

 

Lynn: “What is that?”

Teresa: “I hear it too.”

Judy: “Come on. What’s the matter with you two? I’m sure there’s an easy explanation.”

 

But then footsteps! There was someone in the house!

 

Judy: “Must be my husband.”

Teresa: “You’re not married!”

Lynn: “How long have you been divorced?”

Judy: “Never mind! Let’s check it out.

Teresa & Lynn: “Good idea. You check it out. We’ll wait down here.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a prolonged discussion, all three furtively ascend the staircase on their tip-toes, not wanting to make a sound.

 

Judy: “Careful. That third step squeaks.”

Teresa: “When was the last time you cleaned these rugs?”

Judy: “I think it was before the divorce.”

Lynn: “How long ago was it?”

Judy: I don’t rightly remember – maybe 20, 25 years ago.”

 

They continued up the long staircase. They spotted a light under one of the doors. The noise was coming from a room down at the end of the hall.

 

Judy: “I haven’t gone in that room, since the divorce.”
Lynn: “OK, I’ll go in first.”

Teresa: “Good, I’ll go in third.”

 

Lynn proceeds to open the door – very, very slowly. Standing before them was a rather obese man, dressed in a red suit, with a white beard and an odd twinkle in his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Teresa: “Hey, you look like Santa Claus!”

Lynn: ‘Where’s your sled and reindeer?’

Judy: “What’s in that bag?”

Bearded guy: Ho, ho, ho – you’ll know when you check the house for lost inventory!

 

With that, he pushed past the three women, making a hasty retreat down the stairs.

 

Judy: “Damn!”

Lynn: “don’t worry. It’s only possessions. They can be replaced.

Teresa: “I don’t get it. It’s March and you don’t even have a fireplace.”

Judy: “Then, how do you explain this half-eaten plate of sugar cookies?”