“Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soots him.”
"Eggs-cuse me."
Easter and April Fools fall on the same day this year...
You could say it only happens once in a blue moon.
We’re in a-green-ment.
You must be glue because I am sticking with you.
What should you get Lassie, the star of the hit TV show, for Valentine's Day?
A cauliflower.
Dublin’ the fun.
“Look out for Santa Paws!”
It’s snow joke.
Icy what you did there.
Is this a science class? Because we have great chemistry.
"Eggs love you."
How can you tell where the Easter Bunny left his treasure
Eggs marks the spot.
Getting lucked up on St. Patrick’s Day.
Life is brew-tiful!
You’ll be Dublin your fortune soon.
"You round me out." — High Card Band
"Beat it." — Michael Jackson, "Beat It"
It takes one to snow one.
He came, he thawed, he conquered.
"I'm dyeing to know what's up."
If you were words on a page, you'd be what they call the FINE print!
“What do you call an elf that runs away from Santa’s Workshop? A rebel without a Claus.”
Why did St. Patrick drive the snakes out of Ireland?
It was too expensive to fly and too long to walk.
Yoda one for me!
Baking on Easter Sunday
Crust is risen! Hallelujah!
Be careful this Easter
There is a lot of basket cases out there.
We’ve reached the pint of no return.
I’m in pursuit of hoppiness.
I’ll never fir-get.
I followed my heart to you.
I aorta tell you how much I love you.
Shake it like a pole-oriod picture.
Birch, please.
How do sheep greet each other during the holidays? Fleece Navidad!
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.
“Elves are always defending the shape of their ears. They make some good points.”
I’m not lion when I say you’re my mane.
You’re the cutest clover in the patch.
What do you call a group of rabbits walking backwards?
A receding hareline
I’m going green, if you know what I mean.
The pint’s the limit.
I just want to say, “I love brew.”
Take off all your cloves.
It's lit.
Distill my beating heart.
I asked the older woman at work what she is doing for Valentine’s Day and she said that she was taking her husband to the Cardiologist. The heart wants what the heart wants.
"That's all, yolks."
Happy St. Cat-rick’s day!
Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.