To celebrate the heart of Christmas is to forget ourselves in the service of others.
Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.
Christmas in 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.
Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive
It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you . . . yes, it is Christmas every time you smile at your brother and offer him your hand.”
What's going on here is a redefinition of Christmas as a time of family celebration rather than as a time of the community faithful celebrating the birth of the savior...There is a risk that we will lose one more of our Christian rituals, one that's at the heart of our faith.
Christmas is the time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. Deficits are when adults tell government what they want and their kids pay for it
Let us consider what we call vicious luxury. No gratification, however sensual, can of itself be esteemed vicious. A gratification is only vicious when it engrosses all a man's expense, and leaves no ability for such acts of duty and generosity as are required by his situation and fortune. The same care and toil that raise a dish of peas at Christmas would give bread to a whole family during six months.
Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.
Christmas is the antithesis of Thanksgiving. Christmas is pretty much a man-made holiday.
There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions.
Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.
Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.
The truth is the Super Bowl long ago became more than just a football game. It's part of our culture like turkey at Thanksgiving and lights at Christmas, and like those holidays beyond their meaning, a factor in our economy.
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.
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 itself may be called into question, If Carried so far it creates indigestion.
The earth has grown old with its burden of care. But at Christmas it always is young, The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair
And its soul full of music breaks the air,
When the song of angels is sung.
Christmas has lost its meaning for us because we have lost the spirit of expectancy. We cannot prepare for an observance. We must prepare an experience.
And so, this Christmas season may our heart with gladness glow, As we read the blessed story that took place son long ago.
Christmas is a time to expand our giving encompassing the friendless and needy, near and far. Christmas is sharing.
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New year to all the world!
A goose never voted for an early Christmas.
A white Christmas fills the churchyard.
The shortest night of the year is Christmas Eve-from sundwon to son up