christmas

One of the things that Christmas reminds us is that Jesus Christ was once a child.

I know what I really want for Christmas.I want my childhood back.Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of or hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.

The only bright spot in the entire evening was the presence of Kevin "Tubby" Matchwell, the eleven-year-old porker who tackled the role of Santa with a beguiling authenticity. The false beard tended to muffle his speech, but they could hear his chafing thighs all the way to the North Pole.

And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;"For hate is strong,And mocks the songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep!The Wrong shall fail,the Right prevail,With peace on earth, good-will to men!

If you__e giving to get, all you__l receive is disappointment. But if you__e giving to give, all you__l receive is joy.

Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas.

When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. Matthew 2:10

My heart gladdens, knowing someone think of at Christmas.

I wish you a joyful Christmas and a miraculous New Year.

I celebrate life with holy thanks.

Christmas is holy celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. And God__ great love is the divinity of birth: the spirit of love, joy and hope.

When Sally stopped crying, she found herself alone, the cold draft of the window at her neck, and on both sides, the rows of doors went on and on, diminishing to nothing, the end. 'What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight, oh.' What glories.Mathilde came. And though she appeared to be the... same sweet girl Sally had been afraid of, she was not. Sally saw the flint in her. Mathilde can save Lotto from his own laziness, Sally thought. But here they were, a year later, and he was still ordinary. The chorus caught in her throat. A stranger hurrying as fast as he could over the icy sidewalks looked in. He saw a circle of singing people bathed in the clean, white light from a tree, and his heart did a soumersault. And the image stayed with him, it merged with him even as he came home to his own children, who were already asleep in their beds, to his wife crossly putting together the tricycle without the screwdriver he'd run out to borrow. It remained long after his children ripped open their gifts and abandoned their toys and puddles of paper and grew too old for them and left their house and parents and childhoods, so that he and his wife gaped at each other in bewilderment as to how it had happened so terribly swiftly. All those years, the singers in the soft light in the basement apartment crystalized in his mind, became the very idea of what happiness should look like.

On Christmas morning when the beach is calling and the family__ gathering and the presents are a mystery (or definitely feels book-shaped anyway), and after the splendour and celebration of Christmas Eve, we don__ want Christmas Day to be an anticlimax. We__e gifted our Oxfam goats or geese and bought our CWS calendars, and what we__ like, on Christmas Day, what we really want, is for things to be__erfect. Just like the old days. Something new, but also something familiar.And that__ what__ so wonderful about the Christmas story, and why preachers penning their reflections approach with trepidation but also with joy: at Christmas, the news is all good.

God put Santa Claus on earth to remind us that Christmas is 'sposed to be a happy time.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

May you find a sacred strength to fulfill your dreams in the coming year.

Every day is Christmas. Everyday Christ embrace us with His love, peace and joy.

God did not enter the world of our nostalgic, silent-night, snow-blanketed, peace-on-earth, suspended reality of __hristmas. God slipped into the vulnerability of skin and entered our violent and disturbing world.