And at this Christmas season, when we pause to reflect on the Incarnation of Christ – that is, of God becoming human in Jesus – we reemphasize that Jesus Christ should remain central to the celebration.
It amazes me that something that happened over 2000 years ago is still recognized today. The birth of Jesus Christ – the reason for Christmas. May we always are inspired and may we always recognize that this miracle is the reason for our celebrations.
Christmas holds it’s place in the hearts of men because they know that love is the greatest thing in the world. Christmas is celebrated in its true spirit only by those who make some sacrifice for the benefit of their fellow men.
When we remember a special Christmas, it is not the presents that made it special, but the laughter, the feeling of love, and the togetherness of friends and family that made that Christmas special.
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
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!
The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each other’s burdens, easing other’s loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.
Christmas is the season of joy, of holiday greetings, exchanged, of gift-giving, and of families united.
The only way to advance peace and happiness in this world is to go home and show nothing but love to your family.
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!
God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving. If he gives us the gift of Christmas, it is because we all have the ability to understand and receive it.
I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirits in jars and open a jar of it every month
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, voices whisper in the trees, Tonight is Halloween!
From ghoulies and ghosties And long-leggedy beasties And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord, deliver us!
Bring forth the raisins and the nuts, Tonight All-Hallows’ Specter struts Along the moonlit way.
On Halloween, what bothers some About these witches, is how come In sailing, through the air, like bats They never seem, to lose their hats? Hitchhiking owls, as we have seen, Ride nicely on this queer machine… Another thing: if brooms can fly, Do
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, As though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat…