I told you it would rain, dear.
He felt his presents.
He knows where the naughty girls live.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the results are a bit grizzly.
Someone stops you in the middle of the road and asks you to tell him a good joke, What would be your reply?
A dependent Claus.
He has a no-trade Claus
Mrs Claus.
BAAAHH RAIN!
Because it doesn't rain in the kitchen.