Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.
Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that cam recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quite home!
Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.
Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.
Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of getting. It is happiness because we see joy in people. It is forgetting self and finding time for others. It is discarding the meaningless and stressing the true values.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.
And know that I am with you always; yes to the end of time.
Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
Christmas is a day of meaning and traditions, a special day spent in the warm circle of family and friends.
Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.
Christmas is necessity. there has to be at least one day of the years to remind us that we're here for something else besides ourselves.
I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, It's about the Christmas ethic, It's about kindness.
I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if i try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who us impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.
The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others burdens, easing others' loads and sup-planting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of the holidays.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the hearts.
Love the giver more than the gift.
Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.
Gifts of time and love surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.
At Christmas, all roads lead home.
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
Christmas is the season of joy, of holiday greetings exchanged, of gift-giving, and of families united.
Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.
When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - great off the greatest glow of happiness.
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find under a tree.
My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others.
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.
A good conscience is a continual Christmas.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire of hospitality.
It was the night before Christmas, When all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Christmas, my child, is love in action.
Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness.
One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas Day. Don't clean it up too quickly.
The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; Soon the bells will start, And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing right within your heart.
Christmas gift suggestions: to your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. to a customer, service. to all, charity, To every child ,a good example, To yourself, respect.
Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their natural impulses and express their true sentiments without feeling self-conscious and perhaps, foolish. Christmas, in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself.
Good news from heaven the angels bring, Glad tidings to the earth they sing. To us the day a child is given, to crown us with the joy of heaven.
Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't quite know how to put our love into words.
For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas. Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home.
Christmas is not just a time for festivity and merry making. It is more than that. It is a time for the contemplation of eternal things. The Christmas spirit is a spirit of giving and forgiving.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old, familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the words repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Let us have music for Christmas...Sound the trumpet of joy and rebirth; let each of us try, with a song in our hearts, To bring peace to men on earth.
What is Christmas?
It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.
I'm dreaming of a while Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the tree tops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow.
Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving, are not put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
This time of year means being kind to everyone we meet, to share a smile with strangers we may pass along the street.
Until one feels the spirit Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display- so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, It isn't the snow. It isn't the tree not the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again.
There is a Christmas song upon the air, There is a joy innate within the hearts; An inner sense of peace, a holy light illuminates life and sets these days apart.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is he 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 time God chooses.
Christmas is Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.
Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world, - stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death - and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem nineteen hundred years ago is the image and brightness of the eternal love? Then you can keep Christmas.
Ask your children two questions this Christmas. First: What do you want to give to others for Christmas? Second: What do you want for Christmas?
The first fosters generosity of heart and an outward focus.
The Second can breed selfish if not tempered by the first.
Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given- when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes.
Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
Want to keep Christ in Christmas?
Feed the hungry , clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.
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 Christmas time.
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly tuned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greetings.
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
Christmas is like a candy; It slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.
