Christmas QuotesLet us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this beating Christmas heart.
-- George Mathhew Adams
Here are my Favorite Christmas Quotes
There is no ideal Christmas; only the
one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your
values, desires, affections, traditions.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this
world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Somehow, not only for Christmas, But
all the long year through, The joy that you give to others,
Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in
blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your
heart's possessing, Returns to you glad.
It was always said of him, that he
knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed
the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!
And so, as Tiny Tim observed, "God Bless Us, Every One!
Christmas, children, is not a date. It
is a state of mind.
Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration
is being wreathed in smiles.
If there is no joyous way to give a
festive gift, give love away.
Time was with most of us, when
Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic
ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound
together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes;
grouped everything and everyone round the Christmas fire,
and make the little picture shining in our bright young
Why does Scrooge love Rudolph the
Red-Nosed Reindeer? Because every buck is dear to him
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
Many banks have a new kind of
Christmas club in operation. The new club helps you save
money to pay for last year's gifts.
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!
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.
The magi, as you know, were wise men - wonderfuly wise
men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They
invented the art of giving Christmas presents.
I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should.
We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday
- the longer, the better - from the great boarding school
where we are forever working at our arithmetical slates, to
take, and give a rest.
It comes every year and will go on forever. And along
with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those
humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders,
like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart.
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it
all the year.
Christmas is a race to see which gives out first - your
money or your feet.
The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others'
burdens, easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts
and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the
presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep
Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us,
or what fears, Let us hold close one day, remembering Its
poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our
childlike faith again.
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
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 a melody that
would last forever.
Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas
Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past
forgotten and his present remembered. What I don't like
about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake
Christmas morning and not be a child.
I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in
jars and open a jar of it every month.
Christmas ... is not an eternal event at all, but a piece
of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
And the angel said unto them, "Fear not! For, behold, I
bring you tidings of great joy, Which shall be to all
people. "For unto you is born this day in the city of David
A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a
sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling
clothes, Lying in a manger.
From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to
another. The warmth and joy of Christmas, brings us closer
to each other.
A Christmas shopper's complaint is one of long-standing.
Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle
as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Until one feels the spirit of 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
Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind;
Teach us to be patient and always to be kind.
From the Editorial Page of The New York Sun, written by Francis P. Church, September 21, 1897 We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
"Dear Editor--I am 8 years old.
A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; It makes no noise
at all, But softly gives itself away; While quite unselfish,
it grows small.
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
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of
hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the
Don't expect too much of Christmas Day. You can't crowd
into it any arrears of unselfishness and kindliness that may
have accrued during the past twelve months.
The merry family gatherings-- The old, the very young;
The strangely lovely way they Harmonize in carols sung. For
Christmas is tradition time-- Traditions that recall The
precious memories down the years, The sameness of them all.
He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find
Christmas under a tree.
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.