Christmastime Quotes

“Snowflakes fall from high.
Flurries lift and twirl below.
The world has turned white.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“It seems there's confusion at this time of year
regarding the reason for Christmas.
From shopping for presents to spreading good cheer,
the world makes an overly huge fuss.
But Christmas is not for the gifts we exchange.
It's not about sleigh rides or sweet candy canes.
Nay, Christmas is simple. A time to recall
Christ's gift of atonement He gave to us all.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“The Christmas spirit will elude you
‘til a selfless love consumes you
and the joy of giving moves you.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Glittering tinsel,
lights, glass balls, and candy canes
dangle from pine trees.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“Life is the season for loving and caring,
for laughing and caroling, giving and sharing.

Christmas is meant for the same, people say,
which makes life like Christmastime every day.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred and we are better thruout the year for having in spirit become a child again at Christmas time.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, A Little House Sampler: A Collection of Early Stories and Reminiscenses

“When you give a gift at Christmas and see the smile of the people you love reflected in their faces, that's magical. It is not about spending a lot of money or buy a gift that is functional, it's just a way to say I love you. Christmas is a symbol of union and joy, Christmas is forgetting self and finding time for others.”
― Betty Poluk

“Christmastime is when love and kindness shine at their brightest.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow.

My stomach rumbles.
Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.
Christmastime is here.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“A new star shines bright.
Angels herald the good news.
The Christ child is born.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“The Christmas spirit
whispers softly in my ear
to be of good cheer.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Cozy dusk reigned in the house under the magical glow of colored lanterns. The scents of pine resin, candy, and citrus wafted through the rooms.”
― Sahara Sanders, Gods’ Food

“A gift is never empty if you find the gift-box useful.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Eating a huge home cooked Christmas dinner was his personal favorite. Evan would look around after each Christmas Day was done. There were empty dishes, and torn up wrapping paper on the ground. Monty was passed out on the couch stuffed with food. Evan would close his eyes and hear the day. He could feel the memories that were just made.”
― David Rangel, Evan the Christmas Elf: Ghost Hunter

“Somewhere beyond the Christmas hustle and bustle, there lies a child in a manger; somewhere beyond the noise, there is a Silent Night.”
― Jason Soroski, A Journey to Bethlehem: Inspiring Thoughts for Christmas and Hope for the New Year

“The day you stop getting excited about Christmas is the day you become officially old.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It doesn’t seem like Christmas.
I cannot say just why.
I see the gifts and mistletoe and
snowflakes falling from the sky.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas.
Though snow is on the ground.
I watch old Rudolph, Frosty too.
I serve hot cocoa all around.

But still it doesn’t feel like Christmastime.
There’s something missing,
something more sublime.
My heart tells me this holiday
was meant to make me feel
something deeper,
something warm and real.

It doesn’t sound like Christmas.
The air is filled with noise.
I hear a thousand loud requests
yet see unhappy girls and boys.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas.
Though Santa’s on his way.
So why this dullness in my heart
as if it’s just another day?

It really doesn’t feel like Christmastime.
There’s something missing,
something more sublime.
My heart tells me this holiday
was meant to make me feel
something deeper,
something warm and real.

I close my eyes, I bow my head,
and drop down to my knees.
I talk to God and bear my soul.
At length, my spirit warms with peace.

It feels much more like Christmas.
My heart o’er flows with love.
I look at you through caring eyes,
the way God sees from up above.

It surely is like Christmas.
Good will pervades my soul.
For Christ was born in Bethlehem
to ransom all; my joy is full.

It’s starting now to feel like Christmastime.
My heart is new, my outlook more sublime.
I’ll love the world as God loves me
and practice charity.
Help and comfort, share with those in need,
and it will feel like Christmastime indeed.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“The Merry Chrismouse by Stewart Stafford

What a time for the merry Chrismouse,
Making toys in his workshop/house,
Everyone contributes, even his spouse,
With Christmas cheer, no one will douse.

A sprig of holly for a present tree,
Blizzard snow is grated cheese,
The kindly rodent set to please,
When he comes on Christmas Eve.

Nuts and seeds on their button table,
Playing games and telling fables,
Discarded tinsel on the wall of gable,
In midwinter's icy spell unstable.

A time for amnesia that felines exist,
Kindness and joy at their fingertips,
Baby mice excitedly make lists,
To have many gifts when they insist.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It's the jingle in the bells, the carols in the air,
The nipping spirits counting down the days.

Mostly it's the far away star warming hearts, zipping through time the art of anticipation.

It's no wonder Christmas comes around in a wink.”
― C.C. Wyatt, Ferret

“Christmas was always the worst… What’s the point of Christmas without any kids to share it with?”
― Zidrou, The Adoption

“Abbie had survived exam week on nothing but strong coffee and homemade Christmas cookies - the kind that are 97 percent sugar.”
― Dan Salerno, 20 Short Ones: 20 Tales of Hope

“Tomatoes should be accorded with respect, for without them, Christmas stew wouldn’t exist.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Christmas is a juggernaut, it rolls over most interruptions, potholes or side-tracks, and just keeps right on going.

From Making our Christmas Present:
A Merry Journey”
― Alan Camrose, Making our Christmas Present

“I remember Christmastime in Barbados,
With one present under the tree,
And how grateful we were,
Surrounded with love and family.”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Sorry for the scare," Elinor gently told mothers as she handed out cakes and meat from the baskets.
"Thank you for your service," Fergus roared at fathers, handing out oats and salt and candles.
"These are my favorite," Merida added, giving the children some of Aileen's ginger biscuits. "They bite you back."
Through it all, the triplets kept singing lustily as they threw candies at other boys, and eventually the villagers joined in, too, with the familiar old songs. As the stars shone hard and cold above, Gille Peter and the others put out wood and set the big Christmas bonfire alight at the end of the main street. They'd brought enough timber to burn a bonfire straight through to the late winter dawn, and soon, dozens of people were gathered around it, singing and laughing, voices raised high and joyful, all of it a bulwark against the dark and cold and loneliness and violence.
Magic, magic, magic.
A very different type of magic than the Cailleach's or Ferdach's. A magic that Merida liked an awful lot. The mundane, generous magic of her family.
She liked them an awful lot.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Bravely

“Dying Hours by Stewart Stafford

All debts were settled on Christmas Eve,
Fail to do so, and there’d be no reprieve,
In the dying flame of a guttering candle,
Monies got paid, and cash got handled.

When the last customer left to journey home,
Quinn, the shop owner, found himself alone,
He stared at pooling shadows, no one there,
Told himself to hurry, be with those who care.

As he closed up, something screamed out,
A figure from out of the dark began to shout,
A man with no eyes begged alms for the dead,
Or any old soup with a thick slice of bread.

Quinn said he was a business, not a charity,
The man’s eyes opened with some clarity,
“Very well,” the man said, “Nothing’s free,”
“I’ll drag your soul to Hell, come with me!”

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford