I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.
Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance.
To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To you, respect.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
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!
I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
The earth has grown old with its burden of care, But at Christmas it always is young.
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Not a creature was stirring, not even an elf.
For a beggar to live at court is not so much as the King to dwell with him in his cottage.
How can God stoop lower than to come and dwell with a poor humble soul? Which is more than if he had said, such a one should dwell with him; for a beggar to live at court is not so much as the king to dwell with him in his cottage.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
wherein the Son of heaven's eternal King,
of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born,
our great redemption from above did bring.
My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
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 is sights, especially the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of a child.
A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes...and is completely dependent on the fact that
the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.