A Christmas tree--the perfect gift for a guy. The plant is already dead.
The star of Bethlehem was a star of hope that led the wise men to the fulfillment of their expectations, the success of their expedition. Nothing in this world is more fundamental for success in life than hope, and this star pointed to our only source for true hope: Jesus Christ.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist.
Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall.
As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December's bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same.
Wretched excess is an unfortunate human trait that turns a perfectly good idea such as Christmas into a frenzy of last-minute shopping.
My parents were kind of over protective people. Me and my sister had to play in the backyard all the time. They bought us bikes for Christmas but wouldn't My younger brother will remember that he received a transistor radio for Christmas. I took it apart and it never worked again.
I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.
At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year.
War toys are scary. They have a rocket launcher with a bayonet attached, in case you miss.
Bruce was a genius, conveniently born on Christmas Eve with, according to my mother, Messiah potential.
Christmas day is the children's, but the holidays are youth's dancing-time.
Christmas is the time for celebration, so I'm not against decorating, putting on lights, buying gifts. In fact, the whole reason we give gifts is the wise men gave gifts to Jesus at the first Christmas, and that started the gift-giving process.
'The Christmas Song,' by Nat King Cole, is not only a masterful performance; to me it just sounds like the holidays. I've never sung it, because Nat's version is so perfect. I gotta leave it alone.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
I love singing Christmas carols. I know every harmony to every music-hall Christmas song.
A hardback's harder at Christmas time because that's a good hardback buying time.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.