Christmas is sights, especially the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of a child.
Christmas -- that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that 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.
Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
For many of us, sadly, the spirit of Christmas is "hurry." And yet, eventually, the hour comes when the rushing ends and the race against the calendar mercifully comes to a close. It is only now perhaps that we truly recognize the spirit of Christmas is eternal.
The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young.
Christmas is the gentlest, loveliest festival of the revolving year - and yet, for all that, when it speaks, its voice has strong authority.
Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.
Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hide-bound hearts.
Christmas is the time to let your heart do the thinking.
Christmas is, of course, the time to be home - in heart as well as body.
Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts.
Our idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
Christmas is the happiness that lights our children's eyes, a song of bells ringing through the skies, a time of peace and contentment deep within, a time of love and silent hope that years will never dim.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
Merry Christmas to one and all!