At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.
I stopped believing in Santa Claus when my mother took me to see him in a department store, and he asked for my autograph.
Christmas is a time when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ.
Aren’t we forgetting the true meaning of Christmas? You know, the birth of Santa.
Do give books – religious or otherwise – for Christmas. They’re never fattening, seldom sinful, and permanently personal.
I don’t like green Christmases. They’re not green—they’re just nasty faded browns and grays.
I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.
It is true that I was born in Iowa, but I can’t speak for my twin sister.