Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others burdens, easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.

It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart.

My first copies of Treasure Island and Huckleberry Finn still have some blue-spruce needles scattered in the pages. They smell of Christmas still.

Do give books religious or otherwise for Christmas. They're never fattening, seldom sinful, and permanently personal.

They err who thinks Santa Claus comes down through the chimney; he really enters through the heart.

Something about an old-fashioned Christmas is hard to forget.

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

It is the personal thoughtfulness, the warm human awareness, the reaching out of the self to one's fellow man that makes giving worthy of the Christmas spirit.

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

Christmas, in its final essence, is for grown people who have forgotten what children know. Christmas is for whoever is old enough to have denied the unquenchable spirit of man.

To the American People: Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind. To cherish peace and good will, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas. If we think on these things, there will be born in us a Savior and over us will shine a star sending its gleam of hope to the world.

There are no strangers on Christmas Eve.

Remember, if Christmas isn't found in your heart, you won't find it under a tree.

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.

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

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.

One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don't clean it up too quickly.

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

Love the giver more than the gift.

Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts. Mankind is a great, an immense family � This is proved by what we feel in our hearts at Christmas.

Christ was born in the first century, yet he belongs to all centuries. He was born a Jew, yet He belongs to all races. He was born in Bethlehem, yet He belongs to all countries.

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.

Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.

I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.

Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people once a year.

I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time.

At Christmas, tea is compulsory. Relatives are optional.

When did wishing someone a Merry Christmas become politically incorrect?

I didn't feel like buying him the jacket he asked for for Christmas, so I just got him a coat hanger with a sticky note attached that read, Here's something for you to hang your dreams on, pal.

Everyone wants a Christmas tree. If you had a Christmas tree Santa would bring you stuff! Like hair curlers and slut shoes.

Its easier to feel a little more spiritual with a couple of bucks in your pocket.

Christmas is a day of meaning and traditions, a special day spent in the warm circle of family and friends.

Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling.

What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?

He took the Who's feast, he took the Who pudding, he took the roast beast. He cleaned out that ice box as quick as a flash. Why, the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash.

On a busy day twenty-two thousand people come to visit Santa, and I was told that it is an elf's lot to remain merry in the face of torment and adversity. I promised to keep that in mind.

My parents always said that knowledge was the best gift they could give me, probably because they were too cheap to buy me Christmas or Birthday presents.

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

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.

Money's scarce Times are hard Here's your fucking Xmas card

They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.

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.

Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.

Always winter but never Christmas.

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

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood

A man wrapped up in himself always suffocates. But his loved ones will forever hold in their hearts the memory of that Christmas.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three wise men and a virgin.

Oh look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food, and beer.... Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.

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!

Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind.Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeers, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas.

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?

Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, His precepts!