Quotes About Festive

New Orleans in an amazing town.

I love Christmas music and there's nothing like getting together with friends at Christmas time to celebrate with music the incredible reality of the Savior's birth.

In San Francisco, Halloween is redundant.

Sometimes @BrookeShields rolls into your party dressed as a Christmas tree, carrying a bucket of KFC. pic.twitter.com/DTtZkZY4cB

The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!"

The Christmas spirit that goes out with the dried-up Christmas tree is just as worthless.

I love the smell of a real Christmas tree - also, my mum's Christmas pudding with brandy sauce.

If ever there was a holiday that deserves to be commercialized, it's Halloween. We haven't taken it away from kids. We've just expanded it so that the kid in adults can enjoy it, too.

No. He'd make sure they went to see her parents on Christmas. Besides, it would be nice to have a real Christmas dinner that didn't involve senators or a live wild boar they hunted and devoured raw.

Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

I love to cook a meal for the so-called holidays. You always need the turkey. I like making a good BBQ brisket as well.

As merry as the day is long.

I love singing Christmas carols. I know every harmony to every music-hall Christmas song.

And now, at last, we are here. Now Eric fingers his glass and questions me hopefully, while the music of Muthaiga marches through our talk, and festive people clasp hands, revive old toasts -- and make bets on tomorrow's Leger. One hundred pounds -- two hundred pounds... Has the filly a chance? Against Wrack? Of course not. Don't be too sure... don't be too sure. Why, I remember... Well, that's what makes a horse-race.

Just because it is Christmas doesn't mean you should bottle all your feelings up. Mind you, sometimes being a good wife does mean knowing when to shut up.

You can't have a good Thanksgiving meal without a little bit of ketchup on the side.

If it's not messy and it doesn't drip over the sides, it's not a holiday hot chocolate -it's just an average hot chocolate.

I had this grand idea that Elvira's kind of the Santa Claus of Halloween - at the malls, you'd have an Elvira there. Girls would dress as Elvira just like guys dress as Santa Claus, and it's not the real thing, but they'll pose for pictures, sign autographs. Of course, I couldn't go around to every mall, so we'd have to get more Elviras.

When I was a child in England before the war, Christmas pudding always contained at least one shiny new sixpence, and it was considered a sign of great good luck for the new year to find one in your helping of the pudding.

It was nine-thirty on Christmas Eve. As I crossed the long entrance hall of Monk's Piece on my way from the dining room, where we had just enjoyed the first of the happy, festive meals, toward the drawing room and the fire around which my family were now assembled, I paused and then, as I often do in the course of an evening, went to the front door, opened it and stepped outside.

Everyone who wasn't trying to park or find their car was in a festive mood. And it was contagious. As in, I needed to remember to take my vitamin C when we got back.

You can separate the church and state all you like, but Christmas is inescapable, and it's marvellous, and it's not going away.

I feel like girls should dress down a little bit on the holidays, even though the instinct is to get really dressed up.