I'll Be Home For Christmas - Thanks to the New Bail Rules

 

Santa's too afraid to come down her chimney.

Oh, my God!   They've arrested Bluto!

Handy gift suggestion for her:  a mirror.

 Quick guess, everybody.  Prostitution?

No more egg nog for her.

 "Mr. Benny?"

 Grandma after she was run over by the reindeer.

 Zip-a-dee-doo-dah-zip-a-dee-aye.

No fooling.   This was a Santa Claus in a mall who got busted for pinching a woman's ass.

 The Christmas sweater can be returned.  He can't.

Movie sequel:  The Grinch Comes to Harlem.

It may be thumbs up now, but wait till you see where your cellmate puts his.

Dinner last night:  Sandwich.