I “lub” you.
I am fawn’d of you my deer.
She has high elf-esteem.
I loaf you.
Why is Santa so jolly? Because he knows where all the naughty girls live.
Burst into cheers!
"You're a real good egg."
I’m not lion when I say you’re my mane.
“What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic.”
I’m going green, if you know what I mean.
Your presents is requested.
You sleigh me.
What Twix do you have up your sleeve that makes me love you?
You must be a bowling ball since you’re right up my alley.
Irish you a happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Why shouldn't you iron a four-leaf clover?
You don't want to press your luck!
Icy what you did there.
Let’s take an elfie.
Are you a 30 degree angle? Because you're acute-y.
How rude-olf of you.
You’re sleigh-in’ it.
“You’re my soul Santa.”
It’s worth a shot.
Are you a locksmith? Because you have the key to my heart.
“Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soots him.”
I’m so lepre-gone right now.
Just brew it!
Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soot's him Why are Christmas trees so fond of the past? Because the present's beneath them.
You are spud-tacular.
I'm the life of the paddy.
You’ll be Dublin your fortune soon.
“Bah-Hum-Pug.”
"You round me out." — High Card Band
"Don't worry, be hoppy."
Here today, lepre-gone tomorrow.
Life is brew-tiful!
I fence-y you.
What did Santa name his dog? Santa Paws!
“Elves are always defending the shape of their ears. They make some good points.”
"I'm so egg-cited, I just can't hide it."
Why did the Easter Bunny have to leave school?
He was eggspelled.
What’s the best dessert to serve at a St. Patrick’s Day party?
Paddy cake!
I am cocoa-nuts about you.
Your sweater must be made out of wife material.
Do you beer-lieve in magic?
"Every bunny was kung fu fighting."
I aorta tell you how much I love you.
My love for you is like no otter.
I wood never leaf you.
Your name must be Autumn because I am falling for you.