Just been poisoned by my gran. Nothing says Christmas better than familicide and anaphylactic shock.
NAUGHTY AND NICE? said Death. BUT IT'S EASY TO BE NICE IF YOU'RE RICH. IS THIS FAIR? Albert wanted to argue. He wanted to say, Really? In that case, how come so many of the rich buggers is bastards? And being poor don't mean being naughty, neither.
This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas?
The knowing is easy. It's the doing that gives us trouble.
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. Presidential message, December 25, 1927
Ever since the Christmas of '53, I have felt that the yuletide is a special hell for those families who have suffered any loss or who must admit to any imperfection; the so-called spirit of giving can be as greedy as receiving--Christmas is our time to be aware of what we lack, of who's not home.
When did wishing someone a Merry Christmas become politically incorrect?
You know the stories of my grandfather, I am sure? Jesse asked. Lucie raised an eyebrow. The one who turned into a great worm because of demon pox, and was slain by my father and uncles? I feared your parents would not have considered it the kind of tale suitable for a young lady’s ears, said Jesse. I see that was an idle concern. They tell it every Christmas, said Lucie smugly.
Christmas is a day of meaning and traditions, a special day spent in the warm circle of family and friends.
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.
Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.
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.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
Santa Claus has nothing to do with it, the latke said. Christmas and Hanukah are completely different things. But different things can often blend together, said the pine tree. Let me tell you a funny story about pagan rituals.
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.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!
No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That's the only way to keep the roads clear.
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.