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Christmas SMS Collection
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But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...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.
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
Best of all, Christmas means a spirit of love, a time when the love of God and the love of our fellow men should prevail over all hatred and bitterness, a time when our thoughts and deeds and the spirit of our lives manifest the presence of God.
At this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge, said the gentleman, taking up a pen, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. ... We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices.
Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you ... to remember the weakness and loneliness of people who are growing old ... Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest ting in the world ... stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death... Then you can keep Christmas! But you can never keep it alone.
And so, this Christmas season
may our hearts with gladness glow,
As we read the blessed story
That took place so long ago.
Christmas has a way of bringing out the best in everyone.
Opened Christmas cards hum to me the hymn of love and teach me the sacrament of correspondence.
Christmas, weddings, funerals, graduations, retirements, and births are like speed bumps in life; we slow down, look around, think about our lives, and then once over the bump, we speed up to our usual pace.
Feathery flakes are falling, falling from the skies in the softest way, And between are voices calling, Soon it will be Christmas day!
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.
Christmas is not an external event at all but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
O Come, O Come, Emmanuel, come forth from deep within me with Christmas luminous beauty.
Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!
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.
Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas.
God Bless Christmas!
May you have the gladness of Christmas which is hope; The spirit of Christmas which is peace; The heart of Christmas which is love.
Do give books - religious or otherwise - for Christmas. They're never fattening, seldom sinful, and permanently personal.
Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
There is a better thing than the observance of Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas.
The only real blind person at Christmas-time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.
Christmas happens everywhere every time someone reaches out to touch another life with love.
I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
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!
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.
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