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Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Christmas is a season of exceedingly great joy.
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ...
Christmas is the alcoholidays
Christmas
Silence in the time
The first snow fell in your laughter
Childlike anticipation
Christmas is in your heart
The world is filled with colours galore, each day is a colourful festivity.
Christmas is, for those who wish to follow the way of Jesus, an invitation to accept into our comfortable and safe lives those who come to us from far away, who seem ragged, marginal, in transition.
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.
Christmas is the season of joy, of holiday greetings exchanged, of gift-giving,and of families united.
The Christmas spirit - love - changes hearts and lives.
Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
I may plan to make Christ the center of Christmas, but when I wait until December to focus on celebrating His birthday, I become entangled in Christmas lights, holiday baking, and festive engagements, often wondering if I've experienced the illusive "true meaning" of Christmas.
My Christmas tree glimmered with lights, ornaments, and tinsel. Though such holiday trimmings weren't in vogue any longer, I loved them. I pulled every box of family decorations from the attic and glamored the tree until it looked like a "fancy woman in a cheap brothel" as my aunt Loulane would say.
A richer present I design,
A finished form, of work divine,
Surpassing all the power of art;
A thinking head, a grateful heart.
The New Year is the season in which custom seems more particularly to authorize civil and harmless lies, under the name of compliments. People reciprocally profess wishes which they seldom form and concern which they seldom feel.
When a woman wants to look festive, she should add some shine, sheen or sparkle to her outfit, like a metallic clutch, an embellished shoe, or a blingy statement necklace.
The sacredness of Christmas: glory to God in the highest holy heavens, peace on earth and goodwill to all people.
There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.
Well, you know, for me, I think Spanish food is festive.
Christmas has a way of bringing out the best in everyone
It's your Christmas present.
What is?
All this. The whole world. The houses, cars, streets, the wind... it's all yours. You can do what you like.
Sorry, but I'm not sure it's a good present. It's windy... ...there's a mist. It's so cold. And this world isn't that good.
Decoration can be a state of mind, an unusual perception, a ritual whisper.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
I am a veteran of the War on Christmas. I am just emerging from a battlefield strewn with dead trees and torn shreds of brightly colored wrapping paper.
Christmas is Christ-love.
The glorious gift of a new year is sacred blessing.
It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly... and other things ending in olly.
Christmas is a state of mind.
With your Christmas-Day-will-never-arrive-soon enough salivations, you anticipate the moment when, like voracious cub lions, you'll rip open the wrapping paper and feast off your every delicious present.
Christmas is a day of meaning and traditions, a special day spent in the warm circle of family and friends.
Christmas is the spirit of love, joy and peace.
Addie had always considered the holidays an extra-special time of year. Magic hung in the air, and people were gentler, kinder to one another. Differences were set aside, friendships deepened, and people in general were more charitable and happier.
Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
Jiminy Christmas!
What day is so festal it fails to reveal some theft?
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of getting. It is happiness because we see joy in people. It is forgetting self and finding time for others. It is discarding the meaningless and stressing the true values.
Christmas is a tonic for our souls. It moves us to think of others rather than of ourselves. It directs our thoughts to giving.
THE DOLLS' CHRISTMAS
I'd felt obligated to get Ian a Christmas present. A chunk of coal sat in a brightly wrapped box under the tree, his name written in big bold letters on the front of it.
Ian might be family, but he still had been a very naughty boy this year.
Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!
Graciously honor the freedom at which Christmas so peacefully - came into being.
Joy is the true gift of Christmas ...
I am grateful for the Christmases of my life
Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.
Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
Fashion Week is like Christmas.
This bright new year is given me
It began with the Christmas tree lights. They were candy-bright, mouth-size. She wanted to feel the lightness of them on her tongue, the spark on her tastebuds. Without him life was so dark, and all the holiday debris only made it worse. She promised herself she wouldn't bite down.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
The town is mobbed out with Saturday shoppers looking for Christmas bargains. You can almost breathe in the raw greed which hangs in the air like vapour. As the late afternoon darkness falls, the lights look tacky and sinister.
Christmas united us as holy beings. We experience love, joy and peace.
The thoughtfulness and goodwill messages from loved ones brighten my Christmas day.
Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love.
Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling.
The madness of Christmas is not to be resisted by any human means. It either stealthily creeps or crudely batters its way into every fastness or fortress of prudence all over the land.
Be not lax in celebrating.
Be not lazy in the festive service of God.
Be ablaze with enthusiasm.
Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.
The xmas holidays have this high value: that they remind Forgetters of the Forgotten, & repair damaged relationships.
If you wou'd have Guests merry with your cheer, Be so your self, or so at least appear.
The spirit of Christmas is a sweet, internal peace that testifies of the power of kindness and charity.
It is the custom to sneer at the modern apartment-house, television, big-city Christmas, with its commercial taint ... office parties, artificial ... Christmas trees ... but future generations in search of their lost Christmases may well remember its innocence; yes, and its beauty, too.
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.
Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in the world around us, should be active with us, not less than our own experiences, for all good.
There's more, much more, to Christmas Than candlelight and cheer; It's the spirit of sweet friendship That brightens all year. It's thoughtfulness and kindness, It's hope reborn again, For peace, for understanding, And for goodwill to men!
Happy Christmas, Clara. Xx.
Yes, I know. I know that text doesn't look like much. But ... actually. First note the comma. I feel proud of his comma, and of being his comma's recipient.
Christmas; magnificent snowflakes snowing in your hope.
I'm into the true meaning of Christmas - Faith, Family, and Facial hair.
I love the Christmas-tide, and yet,
I notice this, each year I live;
I always like the gifts I get,
But how I love the gifts I give!
This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas?
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays ... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
Oh! like a wreath, let Christmas mirth To-day encircle all the earth, And bind the nations with the love That Jesus brought from heaven above.
Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!"
Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.
Celebration comes when the common features of life are redeemed.
When we celebrate Christmas, we are celebrating that amazing time when the Word that shouted all the galaxies into being limited all power and, for love of us, came to us in the powerless body of a human baby.
The family is the key of Christmas.
The thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.
Picture and sculpture are the celebrations and festivities of form.
The Christmas season is a gift in itself. It releases us from the priorities of ordinary time and gives us the right to party more and pray more and love more.
Christmas is a bold act of emboldening sacrifice and the most selfless gift ever granted the rebellious lot that we are.
Christmas is the spirit of love, peace and goodwill to all Humankind.
Christmas is the spark within our hearts that ignites as each day grows closer and burns brightly with the promise of compassion, love and generosity of spirit.
We are staunch and true and in rather a champagne mood.
Christmas, my child, is love in action.
There are some people who want to throw their arms round you simply because it is Christmas; there are other people who want to strangle you simply because it is Christmas.
Embrace the true essence of Christmas - by embracing the gift and essence of life, itself.
It is madness," Brisbane said, and he laughed until tears gathered in his eyes. "It may be madness, but it is an entirely March Christmas," I told him. "And do not forget, this is only half the family. The rest will be here for Twelfth Night." But that is a tale for another time.
What is important is what can be explored throughout Christmas, in the company of your Soul.
Christmas is not just a day, an event to be observed and speedily forgotten. It is a spirit which should permeate every part of our lives.
One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star
It is my wish to delight all members of the family, young and old, parent and child.
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
Passionately desired, graciously received.
Christmas hath a darkness;
Brighter than the blazing noon;
Christmas hath a chillness
Warmer than the heat of June,
Christmas hath a beauty
Lovelier than the world can show:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so low
Christmas; silence breathed childlike anticipation in your heart.
Christmas; you are my shining star in the days of tender growing solicitude.
Come in,
come in! and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! You have never seen the like of me before!
For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas. Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home.
Christmas is a celebration of Christ love for Humankind. And the love that bind us together as sacred family.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?