It was Christmas Eve and Mrs Santa was in a panic.
“The sink is blocked again!” she cried. “The labyrinthine system of drains in this house is a nightmare. Where are we going to find a plumber on Christmas Eve?”
“I’ll give Rudolf Lenin a call,” Santa replied. “He’s the best plumber in the business..”
“Not that hothead commie revolutionary!” his wife protested.
“This is no time for knee-jerk, right-wing reactionary responses,” Santa pointed out. “You may not agree with his politics, but Rudolf the Red knows drains dear.”