Most kids grow up leaving something out for Santa at Christmas time when he comes down the chimney. I used to make presents for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
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 melody that would last forever.
[B]e present and celebrate the holiday instead of wishing it was over. After all, one is given only a certain number of Christmases in one’s life.
I ask you to answer me fairly: is not additional eating an ordinary Englishman’s ordinary idea of Christmas day?
Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.
The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood.
Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas ... perhaps ... means a little bit more!
But I did know that nobody ever asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Had any adult with the power to fulfill my desires taken me seriously and asked me what I wanted, they would have known that I did not want to have anything to own, or to possess any object. I wanted, rather, to feel something on Christmas Day.
Always winter but never Christmas.
It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life.