It is Christmas.  And, as with every Christmas, Santa is at the mall.  Little Johnny, about eight years old, sits on Santa's lap.

"Ho ho ho," Santa says.  "What do you you want for Christmas?"

"I really just wanna ask a question," Johnny says.

"Well, okay.  What is it?"

"Why do you let bad thing happen to good people?"

Santa is taken aback at the question.  He fumbles for a reply.  "Erm, well," he says, "I'm sorry, son, but I'm only Santa Claus.  I'm not God."

"Oh," Johnny replies, forlorn.  Then, eagerly, he asks, "Which mall is he at?"

(Okay, so not a Pagan joke per se... but I still found it... intriguing.)

OK I got to laugh at that one.

(clap)

I like it.