I told you snow.
“Elves are always defending the shape of their ears. They make some good points.”
“What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It’s Christmas, Eve!”
Sleigh, what?!
“What would you get if you ate the Christmas decorations? Tinselitis.”
It’s the most wonderful time for a beer.
“Did you hear the forecast for Christmas Eve? They’re calling for rain, dear!”
What do you get if you eat Christmas decorations? Tinselitis!
Snow thank you.
Treat yo'elf.
It’s snow joke.
It’s snow joke.
The snuggle is real.
I'm snow bored.
What did one ornament say to another? I like hanging with you.
It's ice to meet you.
“Dachshund Through the Snow.”
You sleigh me.
Rebel without a Claus.
How does santa get his Reindeer to fly? He uses Red Bull because it gives you wings!
“Look out for Santa Paws!”
Why did Santa go to a psychiatrist? He no longer believed in himself.
Why did Santa put a clock in his sleigh? He wanted to see time fly!
It's lit.
“Did you know that the Christmas tree trend started because people thought it would spruce things up a
bit?”
I’ll never fir-get.
Sleigh my name, sleigh my name.
What has 34 legs, 9 heads and 2 arms? Santa Claus and his reindeer.
“How do the elves clean Santa’s sleigh on the day after Christmas? They use Santa-tizer!”
It's ice to meet you.
She has high elf-esteem.
Let’s get elf-ed up.
What do you call Santa living at the South Pole? A lost clause.
“A mistle-toast to the holiday season.”
Hold on for deer life.
Don't get caught elvesdropping on Santa!
Sleigh queen, sleigh.
What do you call Santa's helpers? Subordinate clauses.
Resting Grinch face.
You snow the drill.
Say it ain’t snow.
Have your elf a merry little Christmas.
“Why did they ask the turkey to join the band? He had the drum sticks.”
As it snow happens.
“Remember: don’t eat the yellow snow.”
“Someone’s barking up the wrong Christmas tree.”
What do you call a kid who doesn't believe in Santa? A rebel without a Claus.
What do you call Santa when he accidentally falls into the fireplace? Krisp Kringle.
Icy what you did there.
You’re sleigh-in’ it.
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