"Egg-ceedingly good, wouldn't you say?"
"Just looking on the sunny side."
"I'm so egg-cited, I just can't hide it."
The snuggle is real.
What did one lightbulb say to the other lightbulb on Valentine’s Day?
I love you watts.
“If you’re lucky this Christmas, Santa Claus will grace you with his presents.”
“Oh, deer! Christmas is here!”
"What did Frankenstein's monster say to his girlfriend?"
"Will you be my Valenstein?"
From my head tomatoes, I love you bunches.
Yule be sorry.
Are you a keyboard? Because you are just my type.
Thank brew very much.
How does the Easter Bunny stay fit?
Egg ercise.
"I've found some bunny to love."
"Hey there, hop stuff."
My love for you simply radiates.
“Santa owes a lot to his little helpers. You might say he’s an elf-made man.”
They told me I was too old to hunt for Easter eggs, but the jokes on them!
I prefer mine poached.
How do the elves clean Santa's sleigh on the day after Christmas? They use Santa-tizer!
Shake it like a pole-oriod picture.
It’s worth a shot.
This is snow laughing matter!
Burst into cheers!
“Look out for Santa Paws!”
Irish you a whole pot of gold!
"No eggs-cuses."
Let’s have a shamrockin’ good time tonight!
What name does Santa Claus use when he takes a break from delivering gifts? Santa Pause!
Why did St. Patrick drive the snakes out of Ireland?
It was too expensive to fly and too long to walk.
“A mistle-toast to the holiday season.”
Rebel without a Claus.
What is Santa's favorite breakfast food? Snow-flakes.
Irish you luck.
Believe in your elf.
People are always after me lucky charms.
Snow on and snow forth.
"Have an eggs-tra special Easter day."
You don’t need to pay rent to live inside my heart.
Was a bit lonely by myself at home last night on Valentine's Day so I decided to make my own bread.
I was feeling quite kneady
Your name must be Summer because you are hot.
Sometimes you have to green and bear it.
We’ve reached the pint of no return.
What do you call an elf who runs away from Santa's Workshop? A rebel without a Claus!
Dublin over in laughter.
But wait—there’s myrrh.
No-bunny is as hare-larious as you.
“Dachshund Through the Snow.”
I find you very a-peeling.
Sleigh, what?!
The lager you wait, the better it tastes.