When a bosomy St. Nick appeared to me in a dream, I began questioning my Santa titty.
When Monica Lewinsky interned for Santa, she spent a lot of time servicing the North Pole. However, the wind blew and the weather sucked; she tried to quit, but Santa kept her around to polish his candy canes. Feeling exploited, she launched a Clause-suction lawsuit.
I’m not sure I believe in Xmas parties. I remain eggnogstic.
Happy Bo Xi Ng Day to our Chinese friends!
I’d like to build a barn over Christmas, if I can find space in my shed-yule.
I’m tired of writing Xmas greetings. Next year I’m doing mine on cardbored.
Nobody ever talks about the Fourth Wise Man, who arrived late and gave Jesus the same gift as the last guy, to myrrh-myrrhs of disapproval.
You better be good for Christmas. On December 25, the Claus come out.
You may ask when will it snow for Christmas, but I ask when will it rein, deer?
No room in the inn? Take it like a manger!