Love at frost sight!
I'm snow bored.
Birch, please.
Reindeer don't go to school—they're elf taught.
“The North Pole doesn’t import goods because it’s Elf Sufficient.”
That look soots you.
What do you call a kid who doesn’t believe in Santa?
A rebel without a Claus!
“What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic.”
Make it rein.
Yule be sorry.
What did Santa name his dog? Santa Paws!
“Did you hear the forecast for Christmas Eve? They’re calling for rain, dear!”
What do you get if you eat Christmas decorations? Tinselitis!
It's ice to meet you.
I'm pine-ing for you.
Why was Santa's little helper depressed? Because he had low elf esteem.
“What do you call an elf that runs away from Santa’s Workshop? A rebel without a Claus.”
How does Santa capture photos? With his North Pole-oroid.
Up to snow good.
It’s snow joke.
“If you’re lucky this Christmas, Santa Claus will grace you with his presents.”
“I love you from head to mistletoe.”
Sleigh queen, sleigh.
But wait—there’s myrrh.
What did one ornament say to another? I like hanging with you.
The snuggle is real.
Snow thank you.
What do you call a party for snowmen? A snowball.
Why did Santa go to a psychiatrist? He no longer believed in himself.
Where does Santa stay when he goes on vacation? At a ho-ho-ho-tel.
“Remember: don’t eat the yellow snow.”
You sleigh me.
Say it ain’t snow.
“Look out for Santa Paws!”
“A mistle-toast to the holiday season.”
“What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It’s Christmas, Eve!”
What is Santa's favorite breakfast food? Snow-flakes.
It's lit.
I have the final sleigh.
We have great chemis-tree.
Why did Santa put a clock in his sleigh? He wanted to see time fly!
Why did Santa send his daughter to college? To keep her off the North Pole.
Why is Santa so jolly? Because he knows where all the naughty girls live.
What do you call a reindeer ghost? A cari-boo!
I’m elf-taught.
Resting Grinch face.
“Santa owes a lot to his little helpers. You might say he’s an elf-made man.”
Hold on for deer life.
Snow on and snow forth.
It’s the most wonderful time for a beer.
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