Wow. Imagine that. A ball at Christmas. Now I know how human guys feel when they get ties for gifts.
Ooh la-la. It’s going to cost her six quarts of gravy to keep me from telling I saw her kissing Santa.
Yeah, I’ve got a question. Before you wake them up which one of the kids asked for a Christmas pup so I know whose toys not to chew?
I don’t give a damn if it is the night before Christmas, no one’s going to tell me if I can stir or not.
I’m a jumping, nervous wreck when they sing “Let it Snow.” I can’t decide if they’re saying let it snow or telling me no.