Just like snowflakes, my credit card balance keeps falling.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, but if the white runs out, I'll drink the red.
Dear Santa, I can explain... everything. Just leave the presents.
Forget milk and cookies, leave out some extra bandwidth for Santa's WiFi.
Spreading holiday cheer one ugly sweater at a time.
Holiday calories don't count. Trust me, I'm a seasonal expert.
Tis the season to be freezin'... and still look fabulous.