Christmas Wishes and Status Messages - Page 10

At Christmas time I believe the things that children do.
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.

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 -- vote Republican.

Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.

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

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

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.

Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exists, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy.

I thought how as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had roll''d along th'' unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,
And etched on vacant places
Are half-forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.

Let Us Keep Christmas
Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing;
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
It''s poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.

If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels And crocheted snowflakes,
Attend a myriad of holiday parties And sing in the choir’s cantata,
But do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.

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

And in despair I bow''d my head:
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Christmas is forced upon a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press; on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred.

Love stops the cooking to hug the child.

Love doesn''t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.

Love doesn''t give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can''t.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

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

A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;
It makes no noise at all,
But softly gives itself away;
While quite unselfish, it grows small.

What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.

Love is kind, though harried and tired.

I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white man would be coming into my neighborhood after dark.

Before the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

Christmas is the one time of year when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ.

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet the words repeat,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

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"

Peace on earth will come to stay,
When we live Christmas every day.

Love doesn''t envy another''s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.