It has been a lot of years since I can remember having the spirit of Christmas alive and frolicking within as I do this year. It could easily be true I have never been this happy at this time of year. The little boy who lives inside me is enjoying reports of Santa’s progress in my direction. The grownup within is dazzled by the feeling inside that sparkles and shines brightly like the lights of the season. My eyes see Christmas. My ears hear the music. My mouth tastes the food. My nose smells the trees. My touch feels bows and wrapping paper. My heart is soft and childlike, yet touched deeply in mature ways. Santa is coming. Christ-mas is near.
Eva K. Logue
A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;
It makes no noise at all,
But softly gives itself away;
While quite unselfish, it grows small.
From home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another
The warmth and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other.
Love came down at Christmas;
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Stars and angels gave the sign.
The earth has grown old with its burden of care
But at Christmas it always is young,
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair
And its soul full of music breaks the air,
When the song of angels is sung.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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!
Helen Lowrie Marshall
The merry family gatherings –
The old, the very young;
The strangely lovely way they
Harmonize in carols sung.
For Christmas is tradition time
Traditions that recall
The precious memories down the years,
The sameness of them all.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,
And etched on vacant places
Are half-forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish,
And loves we used to know.
Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind.
To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
Augusta E. Rundel
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.
If only for a day, the world will be just a little safer, a little more peaceful and life will arrive with a little more kindness. Even the bad guys and criminals are not quite as busy on Christmas. For every gift ever received I am grateful. For every hardship and lack that taught to appreciate them I am even more thankful.
Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that no thing 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. Robert Lynd