Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts.
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, & behold, everything is softer & more beautiful.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.
Oh! lovely voices of the sky, Which hymned the Saviour’s birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang, “Peace on earth”?
I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirits in a jar and open it every month.
Something about an old-fashioned Christmas is hard to forget.
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
One of the nice things about Christmas is that you can make people forget the past with a present.
Let’s dance and sing and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.
Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.
Christmas is the keeping-place for memories of our innocence.