In the United States Christmas has become the rape of an idea.

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping at kisses and toys advancing boldly sudden to take alarm retreating to the corner of arm and knee eager to be reassured taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely the frayed and the rejected.

I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold everything is softer and more beautiful.

Christmas makes me happy no matter what time of year it comes around.

Our children await Christmas presents like politicians getting in election returns: there's the Uncle Fred precinct and the Aunt Ruth district still to come in.

Please to put a nickel please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

Coming from Chicago I like a white Christmas.

Christmas children is not a date. It is a state of mind.

Pets like their owners tend to expand a little over the Christmas period.

Now the essence the very spirit of Christmas is that we first make believe a thing is so and lo it presently turns out to be so.

T'was the night before Christmas when all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.

The supernatural birth of Christ his miracles his resurrection and ascension remain eternal truths whatever doubts may be cast on their reality as historical facts.

The real evidence for Jesus and Christianity is in how Jesus and the Christianity based on him manifest themselves in the lives of practicing Christians.

I love Christmas not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year.

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.

At Christmas 'It's a Wonderful Life' makes me cry in exactly the same places every time even though I know it's coming.

That's the true spirit of Christmas people being helped by people other than me.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory like a thunderstorm and we all go through it together.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'.