Gerald couldn't stop laughing. Wet beads of moisture trickled down his cheeks and his plump face turned steadily redder and redder. His hair was now tousled and messy, and his head ached like never before. His best friend Steve stood opposite him, confused and quizzical.

"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly.

"You are, Steve," giggled Gerald, gasping for breath. "Your Christmas biscuits are so bad!"

"What's so bad about them?" asked Steve, who was sporting a bright red Santa hat.

"Your Christmas tree biscuit only has thirty-six baubles! It should be thirty-seven!" he wheezed. Steve rolled his eyes exasperatedly.