Tim: Jill, what would you say if I told you that Doc Johnson has dancing elves up on his roof?
Jill: I'd say he'd better get those elf traps out right away.
Tim: I'm talking about the neighborhood decorating contest. I hate to say it, but I think I might lose.
Jill: You've lost nine years in a row. I'd think you'd be used to it by now.
Tim: This year, I had a really good feeling about winning. It's the oddest thing. Every decoration I put up, Doc Johnson's put up before me.
Jill: Ah, it's just a coincidence.
Tim: Coincidence? I went to put a plastic Santa up there today... and guess what old Doc Johnson's got up on his roof.
Jill: Chimney?
Tim: A plastic Santa.
Jill: Gosh, I wonder what made him think of using a Santa Claus as a decoration at Christmas.
Tim: [groans] I'll tell you what else he's got up there. My seven swans a-swimming and my six geese a-laying.
Jill: [sings] And a tool man in a nut tree.