“I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day.
We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness
and humanity of the whole year. As for me,
I like to take my Christmas a little at a time,

The day of joy returns, Father in Heaven,
and crowns another year with peace and good will.

Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see You face to face
May I live my life this way:

Somehow, not only for Christmas,
but all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others,
Is the joy that comes back to you.

It’s christmas time once more
let’s praise the king we adore
raise our hands, loudly sing
praise and honour to the King

One of the warmest Christmas memories that I have was the year that I was Santa Claus. I was a young, substitute teacher with a new family just starting out in life.

If You Look For Me At Christmas. I’m no longer just in Bethelehem,
I’m right there where you are.

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

Once upon a time, there was a man who looked upon Christmas as a lot of humbug.

If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love, I’m just another decorator.