Why not share with the world the way it is and tell them my feelings about my cat and how I played with my kids and how addicted to Christmas time I am and the smell of pine needles and hearing my kids laugh.
If you want me to sing this Christmas song with the feeling and the meaning you better see if you can locate that check.
Christmas gives us the opportunity to pause and reflect on the important things around us - a time when we can look back on the year that has passed and prepare for the year ahead.
Making a Christmas album is looked upon by some people as the thing you do when you are heading towards retirement.
I think Christmas is about celebration and come on on the inside everyone wants to dance.
The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in 'I can't think of anything to give you but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward I was like 'What were you thinking idiot?'
I've always loved Christmas and that's not really gone away from me from being a child to now. It's always a magical time and I'm unashamed in my love for Christmas.
I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
It's surprising to me how many of my friends send Christmas cards or holiday cards including my atheist and secular friends.
You have to remind kids to stay connected to the meaning of Christmas. Sometimes it takes a little bit of effort but it's so worth it.
Now I'm an old Christmas tree the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.
I suppose if you look back to your early childhood you accept everything people tell you and that includes a heavy dose of irrationality - you're told about tooth fairies and Father Christmas and things.
Even though we're a week and a half away from Thanksgiving it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
I wanted an electric train for Christmas but I got the saxophone instead.
There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.
In the United States Christmas has become the rape of an idea.
Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping at kisses and toys advancing boldly sudden to take alarm retreating to the corner of arm and knee eager to be reassured taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely the frayed and the rejected.
I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold everything is softer and more beautiful.
Christmas makes me happy no matter what time of year it comes around.
Our children await Christmas presents like politicians getting in election returns: there's the Uncle Fred precinct and the Aunt Ruth district still to come in.
Please to put a nickel please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!