I answered the door and said, "Not again, you came last Christmas. Here's a fiver, now clear off, and shut the gate on your way out." Slamming the door behind me.
My wife shouted, "Dave, stop being horrible to the carol singers, they're only raising money for charity."
I said, "It wasn't them,
Spoiler:
it was your Mother."
Of course it'll fit; you just need a bigger hammer.