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Quotes for Christmas, which is an annual Christian festival. These quotes will give you something to munch on other than Christmas cookies.

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

Call a truce, then, to our labors -- let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if faint and forced the laughter, and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.” / “Maybe Christmas … perhaps … means a little bit more!”
Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents.
I sing the birth was born tonight, The Author both of life and light, The angels so did sound it; And like the ravished shepherds said, Who saw the light, and were afraid, Yet searched, and true they found it.
Kindle the Christmas Brand, and then Till Sunne-set let it burne; Which quencht, then lay it up agen, Till Christmas next returne.
What sweeter musick can we bring, Then a Caroll, for to sing The Birth of this our heavenly King?
The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? My God, no hymne for thee? My soul's a shepherd too; a flock it feeds Of thoughts, and words, and deeds. The pasture is thy word; the streams, thy grace Enriching all the place.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
How shall we celebrate the day, When God appear'd in mortal clay: The mark of worldly scorn: When the Archangels heavenly Lays, Attempted the Redeemer's Praise And hail'd Salvation's Morn.
Each age has deem'd the new-born year The fittest time for festal cheer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had roll'd And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night; On Christmas eve the bells were rung; On Christmas eve the mass was sung; That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
He who can turn churlishly away from contemplating the felicity of his fellow-beings and can sit down darkling and repining in his loneliness when all around is joyful may have his moments of strong excitement and selfish gratification, but he wants the genial and social sympathies which constitute the charm of a Merry Christmas.
Now Christmas is come, Let us beat up the drum, And call all our neighbors together, And when they appear, Let us make them such cheer, As will keep out the wind and the weather.
But it is a cold, lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy something, which does not represent your life and talent, but a goldsmith's.
Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn; Draw forth the cheerful day from night; O Father, touch the east, and light The light that shone when Hope was born.
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!
Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.
It was deemed a disgrace not to get drunk at Christmas; and he was regarded as lazy indeed, who had not provided himself with the necessary means, during the year, to get whisky enough to last him through Christmas.
What can I give Him Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would do my part,--Yet what I can give Him Give my heart.
There was a good deal of laughing and kissing and explaining, in the simple, loving fashion which makes these home-festivals so pleasant at the time, so sweet to remember long afterward, and then all fell to work.
Now 'tis Christmas morn; Here's to our women old and young, And to John Barleycorn!
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication.
Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Home shall men come, To an older place than Eden And a taller town than Rome. To the end of the way of the wandering star, To the things that cannot be and that are, To the place where God was homeless And all men are at home.
This is the good news of Christmas. He who stands by you and helps you is alive and present! It is he who was born that Christmas Day! Open your eyes, open your ears, open your heart! You may truly see, hear, and experience that he is here, and stands by you as no one else can do!
The Dickensian Christmas-at-Home receives only perfunctory lip-service from a press which draws a steady income from the catering and amusement trades. Home-made fun is gratuitous, and gratuitousness is something which an industrialized world cannot afford to tolerate.
To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year.
No love that in a family dwells, No carolling in frosty air, Nor all the steeple-shaking bells Can with this single Truth compare--That God was Man in Palestine And lives to-day in Bread and Wine.
Santa Claus, this psychiatrist says, is a dangerous sentimental father-figure, who is expected to satisfy "unreasonable wants," and who by that very expectation delays the "necessary adjustment of the preadolescent child to the world of reality."
A barn with cattle and horses is the place to begin Christmas; after all, that's where the original event happened, and that same smell was the first air that the Christ Child breathed.
It's comin' on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on.
The true Christmas bathes every little thing in light and makes one cookie a token, one candle, one simple pageant more wonderful than anything seen on stage or screen.
Christmas is a conspiracy to make single people feel lonely.
I have been investigating the science of Christmas for more than a decade. When I first began to take an interest in the subject, I was unprepared for the breadth and depth of the insights that would eventually emerge. Take those flying reindeer, Santa's red and white color scheme, and his jolly disposition, for example. They are all probably linked to the use of a hallucinogenic toadstool in ancient rituals.
… I watched the tall plain trees that ring three sides of it being pruned in what seemed a crazily brutal way …. Then, magically, for Christmas Eve and the formal opening with its speeches and music, the tall trees turned into arbres de Noel, twinkling with thousands of little lights the color of champagne.
Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we’ll be seeing six or seven.