I'm pine-ing for you.
Why did the Easter Egg hide?
Because he was a little chicken.
Irish you luck.
What’s the best dessert to serve at a St. Patrick’s Day party?
Paddy cake!
Why did Santa put a clock in his sleigh? He wanted to see time fly!
I have the final sleigh.
Irish you were beer.
Yule be sorry.
We are looking pitcher-perfect.
What is the Easter Bunny's favorite drinking game?
Hop Scotch.
Beer-lieve it or not!
Snow on and snow forth.
"Your kisses are to dye for."
Happy St. Cat-rick’s day!
"I'm so egg-cited for Easter."
Are you a magnet? Because I find you very attractive.
"You crack me up."
I won’t let you slip through my Butter Fingers.
You are spud-tacular.
"Have a hoppy Easter."
"I'm dyeing to know what's up."
You're the ruler of my heart.
"I'm so egg-cited, I just can't hide it."
Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.
We’ve got serious chemistry.
“You’re my soul Santa.”
When I tell you how much I love you, I'm not overreacting.
"Egg-ceedingly good, wouldn't you say?"
Birch, please.
Easter dinner was great today
We made sure it had all the crucifixins'.
“Why did they ask the turkey to join the band? He had the drum sticks.”
We’ve reached the pint of no return.
They told me I was too old to hunt for Easter eggs, but the jokes on them!
I prefer mine poached.
What do you call Santa's helpers? Subordinate clauses.
Love at frost sight!
I’m a clover, not a fighter.
Snow on and snow forth.
I’m in pursuit of hoppiness.
Here today, lepre-gone tomorrow.
Snow thank you.
I’m elf-taught.
Is this a science class? Because we have great chemistry.
"Over-easy like Sunday morning."
Don’t give into beer pressure.
“Did you hear the forecast for Christmas Eve? They’re calling for rain, dear!”
It's ice to meet you.
“Santa’s beard is so long because he’s bad at shaving. Why do you think they call him Saint Nick?”
“Dachshund Through the Snow.”
This year for Valentine's day I got my wife the ace of hearts and packets of corn flour, rice flour and self raising flour
She wasn't happy. Apparently it wasn't what she meant when she said she just wanted a card and flowers.
You’re my pot of gold.
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