christmas

Christmas, my child, is love in action.

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.

We sat on the floor eating donuts, completely dazed and hung over. I looked up at the window every so often to gaze at the Christmas lights. They were so beautiful. They blinked on and off in what should have been the early night dark but was really the early morning dark.

Sierra, it's Christmastime. Put a stupid mistletoe over his head and kiss him already!

Christmas ought to be brought up to date,_ Maria said. __t ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

New Year eve is an ecstasy of new anticipation.

Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

The knowing is easy. It's the doing that gives us trouble.

When purchasing gifts becomes the focal point of the season, we lose focus on what's truly important.

As I wrote 'The Christmas Lamp' I realized that tradition is priceless, whether you have a small family, a large family, or no family.Tradition doesn't have to be logical; it only has to emphasize the light of Christ and his everlasting love.

There has been only one Christmas -- the rest are anniversaries.

Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.

Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which--the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through, with her basket--Little Red Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve to give me information of the cruelty and treachery of that dissembling Wolf who ate her grandmother, without making any impression on his appetite, and then ate her, after making that ferocious joke about his teeth. She was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding-Hood, I should have known perfect bliss. But, it was not to be; and there was nothing for it but to look out the Wolf in the Noah's Ark there, and put him late in the procession on the table, as a monster who was to be degraded.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.

Glen had a disability more disfiguring than a burn and more terrifying than cancer. Glen had been born on the day after Christmas. "My parents just combine my birthday with Christmas, that's all," he explained.But we knew this was a lie. Glen's parents just wrapped a couple of his Christmas presents in birthday-themed wrapping paper, stuck some candles in a supermarket cake, and had a dinner of Christmas leftovers.

A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named.

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.