Two things upon this changing earth can neither change nor end; the splendor of Christ?s humble birth, the love of friend for friend.

Two things upon this changing earth can neither change nor end; the splendor of Christ's humble birth, the love of friend for friend.

Two things upon this changing earth can neither change nor end; the splendor of Christ's humble birth, the love of friend for friend

Two things upon this changing earth can neither change nor end; the splendor of Christ"s humble birth, the love of friend for friend.

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

There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. The Case For a More Joyful Christmas

There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions.

There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions

The wife is shopping for Christmas gifts,
With purchases little and large;
She doesn't believe in Santa Claus...
But she believes in Master Charge!

The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others' burdens, easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart

Sometimes I get the feeling that if Christmas, Father's Day
and birthdays did not exist, then aftershave too, would not exist!

Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart?s possessing, Returns to you glad.

Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing, Returns to you glad.

Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing, Returns to you glad