I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
- "A Christmas Carol"
- "A Christmas Carol"
This post is pretty much going to be a photo-dump, of Christmas and Christmas-related images and quotes.I just feel like using the free time doing such a thing; plus, I'll use several pictures I found from tumblr and deviantart (so copyright to those owners) but those websites, especially tumblr, are sometimes scary and horrible placse, so no one should have to go there if they don't want to; I don't want to spend too much time there, either. Plus, if you're just looking for Christmas things...or Christmas-related things, too, here's the place...well, you may just see some art as well that doesn't at first appear related, but believe me, it is.
If even one person aside from myself enjoys this post at some point in their lives, that'll be enough for me.
If even one person aside from myself enjoys this post at some point in their lives, that'll be enough for me.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
-Norman Vincent Peale
-Norman Vincent Peale
"Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the
endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't
quite know how to put our love into words."
-Harlan Miller
I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time; a kind,
forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the
long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to
open their shut-up hearts freely.
-"A Christmas Carol"
"What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the
present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may
overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead
to peace."
-Agnes M. Pharo
All hail to the days that merit more praise
Than all the rest of the year
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor as the peer!
Good fortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs
To drive the cold winter away.
Than all the rest of the year
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor as the peer!
Good fortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs
To drive the cold winter away.
Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined
To think of small injuries now
If wrath be to seek, do not lend her your cheek
Nor let her inhabit thy brow
Cross out of thy books malevolent looks
Both beauty and youth's decay
And wholly consort with mirth and sport
To drive the cold winter away.
To think of small injuries now
If wrath be to seek, do not lend her your cheek
Nor let her inhabit thy brow
Cross out of thy books malevolent looks
Both beauty and youth's decay
And wholly consort with mirth and sport
To drive the cold winter away.
This time of the year is spent in good cheer
And neighbours together do meet
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire
Each other in love to greet
Old grudges forgot are put in the pot
All sorrows aside they lay
The old and the young doth carol this song
To drive the cold winter away.
And neighbours together do meet
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire
Each other in love to greet
Old grudges forgot are put in the pot
All sorrows aside they lay
The old and the young doth carol this song
To drive the cold winter away.
When Christmas' tide comes in like a bride
With holly and ivy clad
Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every household is had
The country guise is then to devise
Some gambols of Christmas play
Whereat the young men do the best that they can
To drive the cold winter away.
Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance — each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.
~ Deborah Whipp
With holly and ivy clad
Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every household is had
The country guise is then to devise
Some gambols of Christmas play
Whereat the young men do the best that they can
To drive the cold winter away.
Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance — each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.
~ Deborah Whipp
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