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

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!

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

You may have heard of Black Friday and Cyber Monday. There’s another day you might want to know about: Giving Tuesday. The idea is pretty straightforward. On the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, shoppers take a break from their gift-buying and donate what they can to charity.

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

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.

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

You think I’m going to ask these sweet 14 year olds to ask their parents to buy a $100 ticket then run around in latex and lip sync? No way.

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

My relationship with the mountains actually started when I was 16. Every year, a group used to be taken from Auckland Grammar down to the Tangariro National Park for a skiing holiday.

I know it’s corny – but I love ‚Jingle Bells!‘

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

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.

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

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!

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.

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

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

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

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

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

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

Every man who possibly can should force himself to a holiday of a full month in a year, whether he feels like taking it or not.

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

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.

I’m Mickey Mouse. They don’t know who’s inside the suit.

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.

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

Christmas morning, I’m going to open presents with my kids. I’m going to take pictures of them opening the presents. Then I’m going to come to the Staples Center and get ready to work.

My hair grows and grows; you cannot stop it – that fellow grows, it grows wild.

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.

When I jumped off a roof in Cannes in a bee costume, I looked ridiculous. But this is my business; I have to humiliate myself.

Young love is wild and outrageous, laughing at moderation and blinding us to common sense.

I absolutely adore Christmas.

When California was wild, it was the floweriest part of the continent.

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.

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.

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.

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

A grandmother pretends she doesn’t know who you are on Halloween.

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.