The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

It’s silly talking about how many years we will have to spend in the jungles of Vietnam when we could pave the whole country and put parking stripes on it and still be home by Christmas.

Girls are soft and pretty.

The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.

Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused – in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened – by the recurrence of Christmas.

No matter what, I always make it home for Christmas. I love to go to my Tennessee Mountain Home and invite all of my nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids and do what we all like to do – eat, laugh, trade presents and just enjoy each other… and sometimes I even dress up like Santa Claus!

Democracy is only a dream: it should be put in the same category as Arcadia, Santa Claus, and Heaven.

When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning as I watched our girls, just 7 and 10 years old, pile into those black SUVs with all those big men with guns.

When I cook for my family on Christmas, I make feijoada, a South American dish of roasted and smoked meats like ham, pork, beef, lamb, and bacon – all served with black beans and rice. It’s festive but different.

I never expected to see the day when girls would get sunburned in the places they now do.

Christmas is a tonic for our souls. It moves us to think of others rather than of ourselves. It directs our thoughts to giving.

At Christmas, I am always struck by how the spirit of togetherness lies also at the heart of the Christmas story. A young mother and a dutiful father with their baby were joined by poor shepherds and visitors from afar. They came with their gifts to worship the Christ child.

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.

That’s the true spirit of Christmas; people being helped by people other than me.

I absolutely adore Christmas.

Pfft, I hate Christmas Day. It’s for children and families. Not for people like me.

I like the idea of putting your Christmas wish list up and letting people share it.

Christmas means a great deal to me. I was reared in a family that celebrated Christmas to some extent, but I married into a family that celebrated Christmas in a big way. And my wife always made a big thing of Christmas for the children. We have five children, and we had a terrific time at Christmas.

My wife, a schoolteacher, very disciplined. If you think I’m tough, trust me, and wait till you see when the children are on the naughty step. It’s hilarious. So we decided that I’m going to work like a donkey and provide amazing support for the family.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn’t matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.

For many, Christmas is also a time for coming together. But for others, service will come first.

Christmas is joy, religious joy, an inner joy of light and peace.

There are less than 1 per cent of anorexic girls, but there more than 30 per cent of girls in France – I don’t know about England – that are much, much overweight. And it is much more dangerous and very bad for the health.

Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.

Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

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

I think we’ve taken the meaning of Christmas out. People don’t stop and think about Jesus or the birth of Jesus. When they think of Christmas, they think of Santa Claus and – for the children, and they think of giving gifts and out-giving the next person of spending their time looking for the right thing for somebody who has everything.

I was one of the wildest Santa Clauses they ever had.

I just think that it’s strong and it’s important that we recognize what the Christmas season is about; it’s about the birth of our Savior, and there’s a lot of pressure today to be politically correct, but people are realizing, too, that you have to be open to express your faith what you want believe.

The story with anorexic girls – nobody works with anorexic girls. That has nothing to do with fashion.

I’m from the generation that had the boys‘ door and the girls‘ door when you went to school, and you got in big trouble if you went in the wrong one.

I am so tired of fear. And I don’t want my girls to live in a country, in a world, based on fear.

Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.

Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.

God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving. If he gives us the gift of Christmas, it is because we all have the ability to understand and receive it.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!