One of the nice things about Christmas is that you can make people forget the past with a present.

Selfishness makes Christmas a burden, love makes it a delight.

A child that’s born on a Christmas Day, is fair and wise, good and gay.

The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. The rising of the sun And the running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.

The greatest Christmas gift can’t be purchased in a store, ordered from a catalog, wrapped in a pretty package with a fancy bow… but it can be seen in the eyes of a child, heard in the words of kindness and felt in the embrace of a friend.

Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn’t the holly, it isn’t the snow. It isn’t the tree not the firelight’s glow. It’s the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again.

The Christmas spirit that goes out with the dried-up Christmas tree is just as worthless.

God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay.

Until one feels the spirit of it, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display, so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn’t the holly, the snow, the tree, not the firelight’s glow. It’s the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when it returns again.