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.
At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year.
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.
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
Christmas is for children. But it is for grownups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hide bound hearts.
Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.
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!
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year.
But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.
I have always thought of Christmas time... as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.
To many people holidays are not voyages of discovery, but a ritual of reassurance.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.