I have never tried to walk through a mall in the Christmas season dressed like a jolly old elf. You might as well dress up like a pork chop and walk into an alley full of starving dogs.

Mary knew God loved her. From the moment Gabriel appeared to her, Mary has a distinct sense that God’s presence was with her and His hand upon her. She didn’t understand everything that was happening, but she was certain that God would be with her through it all.

God show me what to do and enable me to do it.

For the rest, silence or good music, not much food, a lot of solitude, walks on the Heath, the time to think while others… well, often fall apart. Not so bad, not so bad at all. Being queer and self-sufficient is the best present at this season.

Every night is Christmas Eve on old East Main,Sailors and their sweethearts all agree.Neon signs of red and greenShine upon the friendly scene,Welcoming you in from off the sea.Santa’s bag is filled with all your dreams come true:Nickel beers that sparkle like champagne,Barmaids who all love to screw,All of them reminding youIt’s Christmas Eve on...

Real ballplayers pass the stuffing by rolling it up in a ball and batting it across the table with a turkey leg.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

Christmas, when observed with the right spirit, still has the power to call miracles from Heaven to Earth.

Sillman looked at his interrogator with hopeless eyes. ‘I think while I was passed out, I dreamed about my mom’s gingerbread cookies. Maybe the guy who knocked on the glass was eatin’ one.’ ‘Mm,’ said Peace-not-War. ‘Well. That’s helpful. We’ll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I’m not hopeful it’ll do us much...

Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love.

There are some people who want to throw their arms round you just because it’s Christmas, there are other people who want to strangle you just because its Christmas

He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly.Calla looked...

Another Christmas PoemBlood Christmas, here again.Let us raise a loving cup:Peace on earth, goodwill to men,And make them do the washing-up.

Money’s scarceTimes are hardHere’s your fuckingXmas card

The mind is like a circuit ofChristmas tree lights. When thebrain works well, all of the lightstwinkle brilliantly, and it’s adaptableenough that, often, even if one bulbgoes out, the rest will still shine on.But depending on where thedamage is, sometimes that oneblown bulb can make the wholestrand go dark.

Before God does anything, before he makes anything for us to be sustained by, God says, “More than food, more than water, more than shelter, more than other people, they are going to need me.

It obviously still dominates the software space, and we think it’s going to be a good Christmas in the PC sector, both for the consumer and for business,

Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery.Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites.The tree is rich with potential wonder.All it needs is a glance from you...

One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power—to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom—all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child.He was the Fourth to follow the Star.His gift was a secret.The rest of his journey is unknown.

Say what’s in your heart, Annie.”You’re in my heart, Samuel.

“At Christmas, tea is compulsory. Relatives are optional.

I find it inspiring to actively choose which traditions to celebrate and also come up with new ideas for traditions of my own.

Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus I cannot help but conclude that though the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful, God is tilted toward the underdog.

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

That fact alone could act as a stabilizing force for the market this week. The U.S. consumer has been the linchpin of this economy. So this number doesn’t bode well, especially as we enter the Christmas shopping season and retailers are already suffering because of the West Coast ports dispute .

I worked very hard, so I am happy. There was no Christmas, no Happy New Year for me this year. Just fishing. I was here.

It’s almost like Christmas morning.

The other houses in the neighborhood had Christmas lights up and trees visible in their windows, but not Shae’s. She and I were the only ones who didn’t care anymore, and I liked that about her.

People think the only time the earth is renewed is in spring. I find it’s renewed around Christmastime when hard, old hearts are softened. When children’s laughter drowns out anguish. When magic transforms the dull into something beautiful and sparkly. I find that Christmas time changes me … from the inside out, and even for...

Christmas is a blanket that warms our cold hearts.

If you want to feel the truest spirit of Christmas, go out and find someone sadder than you, lonelier than you, poorer than you … and give what you can in a smile, in time, in compassion. The best Christmases always require the gift of self.

The spirit of Christmas is found when we lift the load of others.

When you’re rearranging the furniture to make way for the decorations and the tree, make sure you rearrange your heart to make room for the Savior of Mankind.

I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays – let...

This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don’t do Christmas?

A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man’s heart through half the year.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.

Purchasing patterns have been changing for a long time. It used to be you bought for Christmas when you bought for back-to-school. Today, there’s no reason to buy ahead of your need when you can buy it when you need it at a better price.

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule

…freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin – inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night…

The angels heralded the birth of the Savior, John the Baptist heralded the coming of the Savior, and we herald the gospel of the Savior.

Following the light in the sky this Christmas season. It illuminates hearts hidden by egos.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.

When the president of the United States flicks the switch to light up the Christmas tree on the White House lawn, that house ceases to be an American symbol; it becomes a Christian symbol.

When no power is vested in a turbulent man, he behaves sorrowfully like a nearly killed christmas goat, but when fully endorsed, without considering his level of insanity and evil gestures, he cuts everyone in the society into pieces.

There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays. When I was tiny we would by a real tree and stay up late drinking hot chocolate and finding just the right place for the special decorations. It seems like my...

What do you think of Christmas?””I like it,” she said. “I think we should have it every year.

I love Christmas. Frosty the Snowman, peace on Earth and mangers, Salvation Army bell ringers and reindeer, the movie ‘Meet Me in St. Louis,’ office parties and cookies.