Santa to his pal Banta, "My wife and I are inseparable". Banta: It's really a news to me that you both love each other so much. Santa: It's not that. Actually, it takes a lot of people to separate us when we're fighting!
Santa: After years of threatening to leave, last night my wife finally broke my heart. Banta: Oh my God! So she left/ Santa: No. She's staying!
Santa: My grandmother died on her ninety-second birthday. Banta: That's a long life. But how did she die? Any ailment? Santa: No illness. She passed away when we were only halfway through giving her the birthday bumps!
Santa: What do you want for your birthday? Jeeto: A divorce. Santa: I wasn't thinking of spending that much!
Santa: My daughter's music lessons are a fortune to me. Banta: How is that? Santa:They enabled me to buy the neighbor's house at half price.