Ivan and Olga were out for a walk in Leningrad one night. As the city name tells you, this was back in Soviet times. Ivan felt a drop of something hit his nose. “I think it’s raining,” he said to Olga.
“No,” she said, “it felt more like snow to me.” Ivan insisted it was rain. And they soon fell into a testy argument.
In due course, they saw a Party official walking toward them. “Let’s not fight,” said Ivan. “Instead, we’ll ask Comrade Rudolph whether it’s officially raining or snowing.”
So, as this man approached, Ivan called out, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?” The man growled, “Raining, of course.”
Ivan smiled broadly, as he and Olga walked on. But Olga muttered, “It still feels like snow to me.” Whereupon Ivan said, “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.”
Heh! Merry Christmas, as I look out my window at the rain / freezing rain / sleet / snow / whatever it is outside…
(H/T: The Corner)
