Christmas Quotes

A turkey never voted for an early Christmas.

At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.

Aren't we forgeting the true meaning of Christmas? You know, the birth of Santa.

Christmas is a time when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when my mother took me to see him in a department store, and he asked for my autograph.

I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.

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

In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, his precepts! O! 'tis easier to keep holidays than commandments.

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

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered.

What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

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.

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

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

Christmas is a time when you get homesick, even when you're home.

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

Christmas is the gentlest, loveliest festival of the revolving year. And yet, for all that, when it speaks, its voice has strong authority.

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.

There has been only one Christmas - the rest are anniversaries.

Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. Deficits are when adults tell the government what they want and their kids pay for it.

I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time. A kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time. The only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.

There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmas time. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.

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!

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.

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.

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.