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!

Coming from Chicago I like a white Christmas.

Christmas children is not a date. It is a state of mind.