Santa to Banta: What's the easiest way to kill a lion?
Banta thinks and thinks hard and comes to a conclusion: I'll drink poison and let lion eat me!
Santa: Oxygen is must for breathing: It was discovered in 1773.
Banta: Thank God. I was born after that. If I was born before that I would have died too soon!
Banta asks Santa: Why did you run away from operation table.
Santa: The nurse was repeatingly saying - don't get nervous, don't be afraid. This is a minor operation.
Banta: So what was wrong in it?
Santa: She was not speaking to me but to the surgeon!
After quite a number of days of being admitted in the hospital, Santa to his wife, Jeeto: I'm worried, dear. I don't think doctors have any idea about my ailment.
Jeeto: What makes you think that way?
Santa: The "Suggestion Box" at the end of the bed!
Banta: What's the matter, Santa - you look terrible.
Santa: Yeah. I am starved.
Banta: Why?
Santa: My wife's dieting!
Santa arrives home pretty late in a drunken state.
Jeeto: Where've you been?
Santa: Can't you guess where I've been?
Jeeto: I can - but go on with your story!
Banta sent an sms to his pregnant wife.
A few moments later, he got a notification on his phone and he started dancing.
The report said - Delivered!
Santa: I'm worried - it's raining and my wife is in the market.
Banta: Oh, she'll probably step inside some store.
Santa: Yeah. That's what I am worried about!
Banta to Santa: What, according to you, is the difference between a wife and a girl friend?
Santa: Wife is like a Demand Draft - trust-worthy all the time; and girl friend is like a Cheque, which may bounce any time!
Jeeto: I hate you when you drink.
Santa: Darling, I hate you when I don't drink!