What we need is an evil Santa who steals our children’s most annoying toys.

I’ve never been to hell, but I once forgot to buy batteries for the toys on Christmas morning. The sound is still ringing in my ears.

Santa keeps a pair of mounted antlers over his fireplace to keep the reindeer from unionizing.

Congratulations to the people who never took their Christmas decorations down. You’re almost there.

Every time we try to eat healthy, along comes Christmas, Easter, summer, Friday, or Tuesday, and ruins it for us.

Santa saw your Facebook posts. This year you’re getting a dictionary.

The week between Christmas and New Year’s should be studied as it is clearly a wormhole, disturbing time and space.

My problem with Christmas shopping is that I keep seeing things that I like… for me.

Everyone who got my kids board games for Christmas, when are you coming back to play with them?

Eating cookies left for Santa because the cowboy was a no show.

Having Christmas off in the middle of the work week and then forcing us to go back to work the next day feels so illegal.

Now that Christmas and New Year are out of the way, we can focus on the things that really matter: My posts.

Putting away the Christmas tree. Sad day for cats.

I wonder if Mary and Joseph hated putting away the Christmas stuff as much as I do.

I was going to buy my wife a car for Christmas but then I remembered I don’t live in a commercial.

Can’t wait for my husband to see what he bought everyone for Christmas.

This Christmas, get her the gift that’ll last a lifetime. Give her a tortoise.

Wishing all the contacts in my phone “Merry Christmas, I hope you get what you deserve” and just letting that work itself out.

Pretty cool that we all come together on Christmas and celebrate the birth of Santa.

Sleeping nakey nakey nakey just in case Santa wants a different type of cookie tonight.

Sorry I’m late. I was scraping the clearance tag off your Christmas present.

Gonna finish eating all these Christmas cookies so I’m no longer tempted to eat them.

Santa: “Don’t leave me milk. Leave me whiskey.”

Everyone knows that Christmas is the celebration of the immaculate conception of Mariah Carey.

I’ll be home for Christmas, because that’s where I live.

When I say I’m Christmas shopping the “for myself” is silent.

“Santa isn’t real!” Okay, I literally just saw him at the mall.

Christmas is coming and you’re not.

l identify as a Christmas tree. Lit on the outside, dead on the inside.

Closing down one work tab every day until Christmas like a reverse advent calendar.