Santa: My wife worships me. Banta: Why do you say so? Santa: She puts burnt offerings in front of me every day!
Santa: This weight of mine is really strange. Banta: What's with it? Santa: Every time I lose it, it finds me again.
Santa: I can't seem to connect with my wife these days. Banta: It certainly leaves an emotional void? Santa: Not really, She keeps ducking every time I swing!
Jeeto yelled at Santa, "You're gonna be really SORRY. I'm going to LEAVE you!" Santa: Make up your mind. Which is it gonna be?
Banta: Where did you get that umbrella? Santa: It was a gift from sister. Banta: You never had any sister. Santa: I know - but that's what's engraved on the handle!