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.

For me growing up Christmas time was always the most fantastic exciting time of year and you'd stay up until three in the morning. You'd hear the parents wrapping in the other room but you knew that also maybe they were in collusion with Santa Claus.

I got up one Christmas morning and we didn't have nothing to eat. We didn't have an apple we didn't have an orange we didn't have a cake we didn't have nothing.

I was lucky enough to grow up in a home where I woke up Christmas morning and had toys. I know that's not the case with all people and I don't think kids should go without experiencing that sort of joy.

The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school.

There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

I grew up with the classics. My mom and I would sit and watch 'Singin' in the Rain' and 'White Christmas' - those kind of movies.

I loved raising my kids. I loved the process the dirt of it the tears of it the frustration of it Christmas Easter birthdays growth charts pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

Bloody Christmas here again let us raise a loving cup peace on earth goodwill to men and make them do the washing up.

Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold clear night made brilliant by a glorious star the smell of incense shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby the incarnation of perfect love.

Christmas my child is love in action. Every time we love every time we give it's Christmas.

I make personal appearances around the country. I'm starting a book tour now and I may be coming to Toronto with the Learning Annex which I'm doing all through the United States so that may come up just before Christmas.

I'm learning Spanish - I got Rosetta Stone for Christmas.

I love being home at Christmastime.

Christmas is of course the time to be home - in heart as well as body.

Christmas... is not an external event at all but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

We should declare war on North Vietnam. We could pave the whole country and put parking strips on it and still be home by Christmas.