We make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give.
by Winston Churchill
at 2008-09-04
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Yeah, there's a lot of bad 'isms' floatin' around this world, but one of the worst is commercialism. Make a buck, make a buck. Even in Brooklyn it's the same--don't care what Christmas stands for, just make a buck, make a buck.
by Alfred, Macy janitor
at 2008-05-21
Rating: 4.67 Votes: 3
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The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three wise men and a virgin.
by Jay Leno
at 2008-06-20
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"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.
at 2008-06-20
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Oh look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food, and beer... Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?
by Bill Watterson, Calvin & Hobbes
at 2008-05-21
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Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.
by Larry Wilde
at 2008-05-21
Rating: 4.45 Votes: 11
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The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
by Burton Hillis
at 2008-05-29
Rating: 4.43 Votes: 23
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Fozzie Bear: Ah, Christmas. The time for Santa Claus and his eight flying rein-bear.
Snowman: That's reindeer.
Fozzie Bear: No, that's SNOW, DARLING!
by "A Muppet Family Christmas" (1987)
at 2008-09-16
Rating: 4.40 Votes: 5
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I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.
by Harlan Miller
at 2008-05-29
Rating: 4.38 Votes: 16
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Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey he is. Hallelujah. Where's the Tylenol?
by Clark W Griswold
at 2008-05-21
Rating: 4.36 Votes: 11
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Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.
by Dale Evans Rogers
at 2008-05-21
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And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
by Dr. Seuss
at 2008-06-12
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Peace on earth will come to stay, when we live Christmas every day.
by Helen Steiner Rice
at 2008-05-29
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May the Joy and Peace of Christmas be with you now and throughout the new year.
at 2008-05-21
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Doc: I don't care if the turkey said the dog was a turkey! The dog is not the turkey! The turkey's the turkey, you turkey!
by "A Muppet Family Christmas" (1987)
at 2008-09-16
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At Christmas a man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here; Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before, And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for. He is less a selfish creature than at any other time; When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime...
by Edgar Guest
at 2008-09-16
Rating: 4.23 Votes: 13
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Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
by Augusta E. Rundel
at 2008-09-16
Rating: 4.20 Votes: 15
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Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.
by Larry Wilde
at 2008-05-21
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And she will bear a Son, and you shall
call His name Jesus, for it is He who
will save His people from their sins
by Matthew 1:21
at 2008-06-12
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Snowman: Hey Fozzie.
Fozzie Bear: Yes, Mr. Snowman?
Snowman: Did you hear about the church that burned down?
Statler, Waldorf: Holy smoke!
[they cackle]
by A Muppet Family Christmas (1987)
at 2008-08-13
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Peace on earth will come to stay,
When we live Christmas every day
by Helen Steiner Rice
at 2008-08-20
Rating: 4.13 Votes: 15
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God's work done God's way will never lack God's supply.
by Hudson Taylor
at 2008-05-21
Rating: 4.13 Votes: 15
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Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!
by George Bailey
at 2008-05-21
Rating: 4.12 Votes: 8
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And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them,
and the glory of the Lord shone round about them:
and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto
them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good
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. And suddenly
there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly
host praising God, and saying,Glory to God in the
highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
by Luke 2:9-14
at 2008-08-07
Rating: 4.07 Votes: 14
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May His Love and Presence fill you to overflowing and bring you a most Joyous Christmas.
