Christmas Quotes Wishes and Status Messages - Page 9

The only blind person at Christmas,
time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.

I dreamed it was Christmas Eve,
and while waiting for a green light I noticed the manger scene on the church lawn.
It''s all so overwhelming, this Christmas business, I thought.
The shopping and singing and partying and gift-wrapping and Santa Claus and Jesus.
I feel wonderful then guilty then joyful then confused.
God help me, I thought.
And the light changed, and the baby in the manger smiled.

Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don''t quite know how to put our love into words.

At Christmas time I believe the things that children do.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ''till his puzzler was sore. 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.

God put Santa Claus on earth to remind us that Christmas is ‘sposed to be a happy time.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.

I believe with English children that holly placed in windows will protect our homes from evil.

I believe with Swiss children that the touch of edelweiss will charm a person with love.

Good news from heaven the angels bring,
Glad tidings to the earth they sing:
To us this day a child is given,
To crown us with the joy of heaven.

During this Christmas season,
May you be blessed
With the spirit of the season,
which is peace,
The gladness of the season,
which is hope,
And the heart of the season,
which is love

I was raised the old-fashioned way, with a stern set of moral principles: Never lie, cheat, steal or knowingly spread a venereal disease. Never speed up to hit a pedestrian or, or course, stop to kick a pedestrian who has already been hit. From which it followed, of course, that one would never ever -- on pain of deletion from dozens of Christmas card lists across the country

At Christmas play and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on Earth, good will to men!

What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic.

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.

So if a Christian is touched only once a year, the touching is still worth it, and maybe on some given Christmas, some quiet morning, the touch will take.

Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles.

Every time we love, every time we give, it''s Christmas.

Santa Claus wears a Red Suit,
He must be a communist.
And a beard and long hair,
Must be a pacifist.
What''s in that pipe that he''s smoking?
The Pause of Mr. Claus

There''s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season''s here.
Then he''s thinking more of others than
he''s thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy
worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any
other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him, he
comes close to the sublime.

The feet of the humblest may walk in the field
Where the feet of the Holiest trod,
This, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed.

The Christ-child lay on Mary''s lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary was the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child stood at Mary''s knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him
And all the stars looked down.

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

And is it true? And is it true,
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window''s hue,
A Baby in an in ox''s stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Became a Child on earth for me?

There''s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
I Lost Everything in the Post-Natal Depression

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.

If there is no joyous way to give a festive gift, give love away.