Quotes About Christmas

I stepped into the back of a cab and simply told the driver, Follow the blue Christmas tree...

This is a trap. If I say, Oh, yeah, I roll rubbers onto new dry erections all the time, I'll get the slut lecture from my father. But if I tell them, No, we'll get to spend Christmas Day practicing to protect me from fruit.

Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.

for a Christmas present. They read it just after they had hung up their stockings before one of the big fireplaces in their house. Afterward, they learned it

of toys—and St. Nicholas too.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

and even at Christmas, there is nothing to be gained by wishing for what one can't possibly have.

At Christmas parties games were rough, no doubt, And one shy little guest might be left out; But let's be fair: while children of her age Were cast as elves and fairies on the stage That she'd helped paint for the school pantomime, My gentle girl appeared as Mother Time, A bent charwoman with a slop pail and broom, And like a fool I sobbed in the men's room.

Christmas is the season when people run out of money before they run out of friends.

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all thirty feet tall.

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.

Only Christmas is over, and there were no angels.

She's trying to sabotage all the magic holding this island together. But that would create a catastrophe for all of Hawaii." "Well, that does it," Koko huffed. "As of today, she's off my Christmas card list.

Once in royal David's cityStood a lowly cattle shed,Where a mother laid her babyIn a manger for his bed:Mary was that mother mild,Jesus Christ her little child.

Sophie and I would use her Christmas break to make homemade treats from our very own kitchen. I mean, if thousands of meth addicts can do it, why can't we?

If ifs were gifts, every day would be Christmas.

When God wanted to defeat sin, His ultimate weapon was the sacrifice of His own Son. On Christmas Day two thousand years ago, the birth of a tiny baby in an obscure village in the Middle East was God's supreme triumph of good over evil.

He took the word in his pocket, and the gift in his heart. Then he closed the door. Christmas was starting. (Il prit le mot dans sa poche, et le cadeau dans son cœur. Puis il ferma la porte. Noël commençait.)"

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all year.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding school where we are forever working at our arithmetical slates, to take, and give a rest.

There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories - Ghost Stories, or more shame for us - round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it.