Quotes About Presents

My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish.

If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.

I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

I love Christmas. I receive a lot of wonderful presents I can't wait to exchange.

If I'm hunting down gifts, I like to buy locally.

If you want to give a tangible present, but you know the recipient wants cash, give a little bit of both. This strategy is helpful for occasions that involve a public opening of presents, like a bridal or baby shower. You can give something that can be wrapped and opened, along with a card containing a check.

I try and get all my shopping done before December so all the presents are wrapped in my lounge and ready so I can really relax and enjoy Christmas.

When we unwrap presents, I tend to sit there with a bin liner trying to collect up the wrapping paper and thinking about which pieces I can reuse and which I will recycle.

I feel like movies are presents, and credits and fonts are bows and wrapping paper. I like everything to feel like it was given a lot of time. I hate it when I watch movies, and it seems like they just went and picked a font and, like, called it a day.

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

I have never had a pair of knickers sent in the post. I've had jams, lemon drizzle cakes, West Ham football shirts and footballs and books. I've had pillowcases with my face on, tea towels with my face on, face flannels with my face on, towels with my face on.

Much of the beauty of Christmas lies in its challenge to look further, deeper, until we find its secret in the heart of God. But we never find that unless we look beyond the presents under the tree.

In another package I found a jar of homemade fig preserves. I felt the blessing in these presents, not bought, but hunted out or made by hand.

The Christmas tree was a dark pyramid in the living room corner. Presents hid beneath it, wrapping paper quicksilver in the moonlight. He absorbed the stillness. An electric hiss seemed to saturate the air.

Every time people give me presents, it just makes trouble. He thought of his Naming Day party, and the gift from his Uncle Alfrin that had actually started all this. Especially if it's books. Someone gave me a book as a present once. Then you'll know exactly what to do with these. Come on. Don't be shy. You'll hurt my feelings.

The Christmas after Mom & Dad split up, they both went crazy buying us presents. Matt, Jonny, and I were showered with gifts at home and at Dads apartment. I thought that was great. I was all in favor of my love being paid for with presents. This year all I got was a diary and a secondhand watch. Okay, I know this is corny, but this really is what Christmas is all about.

felt like the Grinch after stealing all the presents. The Whos down in Whoville really didn't need the trappings of Christmas to celebrate the season. They were happy anyway, and so was she.

He felt like the Grinch after stealing all the presents. The Whos down in Whoville really didn't need the trappings of Christmas to celebrate the season. They were happy anyway, and so was she.

My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish.

Half the dogs in America will receive Christmas presents this year, yet few of us ever pause to consider the life of the pig-an animal easily as intelligent as a dog-that becomes the Christmas ham.

I love presents, But since I've gotten older, I haven't really wanted anything. Christmas is about family.

Presents of love fear not to be ill taken of strangers.

I love getting presents. And awards. I'd do whatever they told me to do.

It was the day after Christmas and a gray sky bellied over us, fat with snow. I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.