Icy what you did there.
He came, he thawed, he conquered.
How does santa get his Reindeer to fly? He uses Red Bull because it gives you wings!
What genre of music do elves love to listen to? Wrap.
“How do the elves clean Santa’s sleigh on the day after Christmas? They use Santa-tizer!”
“What would you get if you ate the Christmas decorations? Tinselitis.”
I'm snow bored.
Snow on and snow forth.
What do you call a party for snowmen? A snowball.
Up to snow good.
What do get if you cross a duck and Santa? A Christmas Quacker.
What is Santa's favorite breakfast food? Snow-flakes.
Resting Grinch face.
Hold on for deer life.
Rebel without a Claus.
“A mistle-toast to the holiday season.”
“Remember: don’t eat the yellow snow.”
How does an elf get to Santa's workshop? By icicle.
Santa's beard is so long because he's bad at shaving. Why do you think they call him Saint Nick?
“Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soots him.”
It's ice to meet you.
It's lit.
Your presents is requested.
Sleigh my name, sleigh my name.
You’re my soul Santa.
Let’s get elf-ed up.
What name does Santa Claus use when he takes a break from delivering gifts? Santa Pause!
“Santa’s beard is so long because he’s bad at shaving. Why do you think they call him Saint Nick?”
“Remember not to leave a fire burning in your fireplace this Christmas Eve, or else you might wake up to a Crisp Kringle.”
Icy what you did there.
What do you call Santa's helpers? Subordinate clauses.
It’s snow joke.
As it snow happens.
What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It's Christmas, Eve!
“You’re my soul Santa.”
He came, he thawed, he conquered.
All the jingle ladies, all the jingle ladies.
What do you call an elf who runs away from Santa's Workshop? A rebel without a Claus!
“What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It’s Christmas, Eve!”
“Look out for Santa Paws!”
Why shouldn't you mess with Santa? Because he has a black belt.
Sleigh queen, sleigh.
A round of Santa-plause, please.
It’s snow joke.
You’re sleigh-in’ it.
I’m feelin’ pine.
I'm Claus-trophobic.
The snuggle is real.
These decorations are tree-mendous.
Birch, please.
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