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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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 perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!

Christmas is the keeping-place for memories of our innocence.

Christmas is, of course, the time to be home in heart as well as body.

I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.

The best Christmas trees come very close to exceeding nature.

As long as we know in our hearts what Christmas ought to be, Christmas is.

Christmas renews our youth by stirring our wonder. The capacity for wonder has been called our most pregnant human faculty, for in it are born our art, our science, our religion.

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

Christmas is for children. But it is for grownups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hide-bound hearts.

snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.