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Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care, To men He was a stranger, The safety of the world was lying there, And the world''s danger.
From the time that I can remember, I worked to make money - either baby-sitting, or one year wrapping gifts at a department store at Christmas, so I could have my own money.
My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, saying, where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we''re here for something else besides ourselves.
The earth has grown old with its burden of care
But at Christmas it always is young,
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair
And its soul full of music breaks the air,
When the song of angels is sung.
I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding school where we are forever working at our arithmetical slates, to take, and give a rest.
A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; It makes no noise at all, But softly gives itself away; While quite unselfish, it grows
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill, But let it whistle as it will, We''ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Teriyaan yaadan naal jeen to inkaar nahi karde,
lakh aaun dar te sweekar nahi karde,
Aewein lokaan pichhe lagya na kar,
kaun kehanda hai assin tenu yaad ni karde.
If i wud b a painter u will b my painting. If i wud b a author u will b my
novel. If i wud b a poet u will b my poem but unfortunatly i m a cartoonist.
Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about
something you say. After marriage, he''ll fall asleep before you finish.
To kiss someone so intimately, and truly indulge yourself in it, is to take a part of them with you for always.
Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with tears... Love is just a burning cigarette, starts with a flash and ends with ash.TAKE CARE DEAR.
A funny boy looking at sky asks another Sardar : Is that a sun or moon? Other Boy replies : Oye ! No idea…Im new to this city..
KBC ME SHARUKH NE MUJH SE PUCHA.’WORLD KA SABSE BADA ULLU KON HAI? MENE 1 CRORE RS. THUKRA DIYE, LEKIN TERA NAAM NAHI BATAYA!
If the sky where made of paper and the ocean my ink well; I still wouldn''t be able to describe how much I love you, and how wonderful you make me feel when I am with you.
Baby, I know we are miles and miles away from one another, but I always believed that as long as our souls are connected to each other, the flame of our love will burn forever. Only souls can resist death, our physical connection is meaningless.