What I don’t like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.
Christmas Quotes
One of the least pleasing effects of modern refinement is the havoc it has made among the hearty old holiday customs. It has completely taken off the sharp touchings and spirited reliefs of these embellishments of life, and worn down society into a more smooth and polished, but certainly less characteristic surface. Many of the […]
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.
What Child is this who, laid to rest On Mary’s lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary.
What accounts for this split? Why is the distance between the leadership and the laity in mainline Christianity so vast? After all, Christians, both Catholic and Protestant, regularly ignore their leaders on a great many issues. But I think that one reason that so many Christians were so unwilling to heed leadership arguments on the […]
I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.
Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their natural impulses and express their true sentiments without feeling self-conscious and, perhaps, foolish. Christmas in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself.
The Church does not superstitiously observe days, merely as days, but as memorials of important facts. Christmas might be kept as well upon one day of the year as another; but there should be a stated day for commemorating the birth of our Saviour, because there is danger that what may be done on any […]
Forget about the crackers, And forget about the candy; I’m sure a box of chocolates Would never come in handy; I don’t like oranges, I don’t want nuts, And I have got a pocket-knife That almost cuts. But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all, Bring me a big, red india-rubber ball!
Most all the time, the whole year round, There ain’t no flies on me; But jest ‘fore Christmas, I’m as good as I kin be!
