Quotes About Christmas

I was very, very fortunate that 'Chico and the Man' was on TV, that helped me quite a bit. Of course, having the No. 1 Christmas song in the Spanish market, 'Feliz Navidad,' doesn't hurt either.

Christmas Day we get all the dogs and the cats and make breakfast and open presents and then go to the backyard - because it is always like 100 degrees in L.A. - and we get a speaker and play fun '80s music and dance outside with all the animals.

I love Christmas. At this very special time of year, when the sun appears only fleetingly to those of us living in the northern hemisphere, I feel a deep connection with ancient ancestors.

Christmas is a special time of year for everyone - I remember getting my first BMX bike when I was a kid, and it was the best present ever.

It seems to me, personally, that the things that are great during Christmastime are magnified. Like everything is that much better. Everything is magical and spectacular. The things that are wrong or sad are just so much more wrong or sad.

Balancing around the holidays is something I've been doing for years. I saved a lot of money by not going home for Christmas, that's for sure. But I still spoke with all my family and connected with everyone.

First of all, I've been having a wonderful run of luck with cover albums, songs I didn't write. I had five pop cover albums and two Christmas albums, and they were all very successful.

I don't know if that's a year's bad luck, or if that's how it works. But stealing a Christmas tree - that can't be a good thing, karma-wise.

I had a terrible fight with my wife on New Year's Eve. She called me a procrastinator. So I finished addressing the Christmas cards and left.

The very purpose of Christ's coming into the world was that He might offer up His life as a sacrifice for the sins of men. He came to die. This is the heart of Christmas.

Who can sleep on the night that God became man?

Believe it or not, Santa's reindeer exemplify the problem. Unlike other deer species, both male and female reindeer grow antlers. So at a glance they all look the same. But zoologically all male reindeer lose their antlers in the late fall, well before Christmas.9 In spite of their names, only some of which are feminine,10 all Santa's reindeer sport antlers. So they're all female. Which means Rudolph has been misgendered.

Our last jam session was this past Christmas. Dad played his harmonica, mom sang in English and Italian, and I played guitar. I'm so happy that we could share that musical experience for one last time.

I'm going to take the kids away over Christmas but I don't, I've written 14 musicals now, I don't want to rush into doing something just for the sake of doing it. I want to do it when I find a story.

It's all about a beautiful table on Christmas day. I put out lovely napkins and napkin holders, and maybe put a wreath in the centre. I like to dish all the veg up into massive serving platters, for everyone to help themselves - it feels so abundant.

I'm not going to put out a Christmas CD until it's coming out of me naturally.

You know there's something seriously wrong with your life when the high point of your Christmas Day is worming a cat, but, as Mr Bryant likes to remind me, anyone seeking dignity will find it in the dictionary just after 'death,' so let's move on.

I'll bet he was myrrh. Bastard, he brings the cheapest gift and now he wants to sodomize me.

Your puny worm god weapons are useless against my superior Christmas Kung Fu.

I could stand on my head and flick the bean right there at the dinner table and my mom would be all, Honey, Christmas is family time, we should be together and make me finish in front of everyone.

It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.

Nothing says Christmas like a burning meth lab.

My ma had a record of that Moron Tallywacker Choir singin' Christmas music. Sounded like someone hurtin' a dog. I broke it and melted it on the radiator.

so here, in not too many pages, someone is going to dispatch the miserable son of a bitch with a shovel. That's the spirit of Christmas yet to come in these parts. Ho, ho, ho.