There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.

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

The one thing women don't want to find in their stockings on Christmas morning is their husband.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

Clark: Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.

God's work done God's way will never lack God's supply.

Clark: Well I'm gonna park the cars and get check the luggage, and well, I'll be outside for the season.

We make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give.

"It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself"

Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem
of Judea in the days of Herod the king,
behold, there came wise men from the east
to Jerusalem, saying, where is he that is
born King of the Jews? For we have seen
his star in the east, and are come to
worship him.

"Miracle on 34th Street" (1947)

[Doris is trying to convince Susan there is no Santa Claus]
Susan Walker: But he spoke Dutch to that girl.
Doris Walker: Susan, I speak French, but that doesn't make me Joan of Arc.

And the angel said unto them, "Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, Which shall be to all people. "For unto you is born this day in the city of David A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, Lying in a manger.

Christmas is for children. But it is for grownups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chill and hide - bound hearts.

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love!

Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.