You’re my pot of gold.
Sleigh queen, sleigh.
Irish you a whole pot of gold!
How does Santa capture photos? With his North Pole-oroid.
“Christmas has me feeling extra Santa-mental.”
No-bunny is as hare-larious as you.
Was a bit lonely by myself at home last night on Valentine's Day so I decided to make my own bread.
I was feeling quite kneady
"Now he's just some bunny that I used to know."
What does Santa bring naughty boys and girls on Christmas Eve? A pack of batteries with a note saying "toy not included".
"I carrot wait for the Easter Bunny."
What do you call a fake Irish stone? A shamrock.
He’s an elf-made man.
What do you call an elf who runs away from Santa's Workshop? A rebel without a Claus!
I bought my wife a matching belt and bag for Valentine's Day
She should have that vacuum up and running in no time.
I’ll never fir-get.
"Having a good hare day."
“Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve? Because it soots him.”
Don’t go bacon my heart.
“Deck the Halls with Bows on Collies.”
You snow the drill.
You must be glue because I am sticking with you.
I think you’re dandelion.
You have me greening from ear to ear.
What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic.
"You round me out." — High Card Band
Sometimes you have to green and bear it.
Best in snow.
I aorta tell you how much I love you.
Shake your shamrocks.
Your presents is requested.
Up to snow good.
It takes one to snow one.
Your shirt must be made out of husband material.
We’ve made a jig mistake, don’t you a-green?
Life is brew-tiful!
I dig you a hole lot.
"I'm dyeing to know what's up."
"Just looking on the sunny side."
“What did Adam say on the day before Christmas? It’s Christmas, Eve!”
I have the final sleigh.
How does the Easter bunny stay in shape?
Lots of eggs-ercise!
Treat yo'elf.
“Have your elf a merry little Christmas.”
You must be a geologist because you rock my world.
How do the elves clean Santa's sleigh on the day after Christmas? They use Santa-tizer!
I’m in pursuit of hoppiness.
“Remember: don’t eat the yellow snow.”
Why did Santa go to a psychiatrist? He no longer believed in himself.
For Valentines Day, I decided to get my wife some beads for an abacus.
It’s the little things that count.
Take a pitcher. It'll last longer.
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