Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year.
One of the nice things about Christmas is that you can make people forget the past with a present
Christmas itself may be called into question, If carried so far it creates indigestion.
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind.
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.
From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it.
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart... filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
Did you ever notice that life seems to follow certain patterns? Like I noticed that every year around this time, I hear Christmas music
Best of all, Christmas means a spirit of love, a time when the love of God and the love of our fellow men should prevail over all hatred and bitterness, a time when our thoughts and deeds and the spirit of our lives manifest the presence of God.
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!
About all you can do is dream of a white Christmas, for it seems like it always leaves most of us in the red.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
This is Christmas: not the tinsel, not the giving and receiving, not even the carols, but the humble heart that receives anew the wondrous gift, the Christ.
Christmas is the one time of year when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ.
It is Christmas in the mansion, Yule-log fires and silken frocks; It is Christmas in the cottage, Mother's filling little socks. It is Christmas on the highway, In the thronging, busy mart; But the dearest, truest Christmas Is the Christmas in the he
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.
There are some people who want to throw their arms round you just because it's Christmas, there are other people who want to strangle you just because its Christmas
Bloody Christmas, here again, Let us raise a loving cup, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, And make them do the washing up
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Remember, if Christmas isn't found in your heart, you won't find it under the tree
Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home.