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Its nearing the festive season again and so, just a reminder that a little doggy isnt just for Christmas...............Its a great position all year round!
There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a
reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic. Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is
softer and more beautiful. Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart
that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most
significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick
world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts
for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this
beating Christmas heart. It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any
man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!
And so, as Tiny Tim observed, "God Bless Us, Every One! Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles. If there is no joyous way to give a festive gift, give love away. Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited
world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together
all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone
round the Christmas fire, and make the little picture shining in our bright
young eyes, complete. Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present
remembered. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a
job the next day. From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another. The warmth
and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other. 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. The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in
Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three
wise men and a virgin. A Christmas shopper's complaint is one of long-standing. Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll
keep our Christmas merry still. Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is
outward display--so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, it
isn't the snow. It isn't the tree not the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that
comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again. A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; It makes no noise at all, But softly
gives itself away; While quite unselfish, it grows small. Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so
intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia.
Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of
remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the
genial flame of charity in the heart. Don't expect too much of Christmas Day. You can't crowd into it any arrears
of unselfishness and kindliness that may have accrued during the past twelve
months. The merry family gatherings-- The old, the very young; The strangely lovely
way they Harmonize in carols sung. For Christmas is tradition time-- Traditions
that recall The precious memories down the years, The sameness of them all. He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter
sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas
greeting. Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient
and always to be kind. From the Editorial Page of The New York Sun, written by Francis P. Church, September 21, 1897 We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun: "Dear Editor--I am 8 years old. Virginia O'Hanlon Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace
and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a
reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic. Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is
softer and more beautiful. Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart
that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most
significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick
world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts
for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this
beating Christmas heart. It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any
man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!
And so, as Tiny Tim observed, "God Bless Us, Every One! Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles. If there is no joyous way to give a festive gift, give love away. Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited
world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together
all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone
round the Christmas fire, and make the little picture shining in our bright
young eyes, complete. Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present
remembered. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a
job the next day. From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another. The warmth
and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other. 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. The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in
Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three
wise men and a virgin. A Christmas shopper's complaint is one of long-standing. Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll
keep our Christmas merry still. Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is
outward display--so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, it
isn't the snow. It isn't the tree not the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that
comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again. A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; It makes no noise at all, But softly
gives itself away; While quite unselfish, it grows small. Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so
intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia.
Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of
remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the
genial flame of charity in the heart. Don't expect too much of Christmas Day. You can't crowd into it any arrears
of unselfishness and kindliness that may have accrued during the past twelve
months. The merry family gatherings-- The old, the very young; The strangely lovely
way they Harmonize in carols sung. For Christmas is tradition time-- Traditions
that recall The precious memories down the years, The sameness of them all. He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter
sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas
greeting. Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient
and always to be kind. From the Editorial Page of The New York Sun, written by Francis P. Church, September 21, 1897 We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun: "Dear Editor--I am 8 years old. Virginia O'Hanlon Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace
and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
There is no ideal Christmas; only the one Christmas you decide to make as a
reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic. Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is
softer and more beautiful. Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart
that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most
significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick
world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts
for almost two thousand years... Underneath all the bulging bundles is this
beating Christmas heart. It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any
man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!
And so, as Tiny Tim observed, "God Bless Us, Every One! Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. Perhaps the best Yuletide decoration is being wreathed in smiles. If there is no joyous way to give a festive gift, give love away. Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited
world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together
all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone
round the Christmas fire, and make the little picture shining in our bright
young eyes, complete. Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present
remembered. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a
job the next day. From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another. The warmth
and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other. 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. The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in
Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three
wise men and a virgin. A Christmas shopper's complaint is one of long-standing. Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll
keep our Christmas merry still. Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is
outward display--so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, it
isn't the snow. It isn't the tree not the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that
comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again. A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; It makes no noise at all, But softly
gives itself away; While quite unselfish, it grows small. Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so
intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia.
Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of
remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the
genial flame of charity in the heart. Don't expect too much of Christmas Day. You can't crowd into it any arrears
of unselfishness and kindliness that may have accrued during the past twelve
months. The merry family gatherings-- The old, the very young; The strangely lovely
way they Harmonize in carols sung. For Christmas is tradition time-- Traditions
that recall The precious memories down the years, The sameness of them all. He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.
The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter
sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas
greeting. Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient
and always to be kind. From the Editorial Page of The New York Sun, written by Francis P. Church, September 21, 1897 We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun: "Dear Editor--I am 8 years old. Virginia O'Hanlon Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace
and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
Christmas Poems The Christmas poems promote and entertain the spirit of the season. Christmas
poems remind people of the story behind the celebration of Christmas, evoke
sentiments of gratitude and praise, and generate a sense of wonder and undying
hope. Christmas remains an inexhaustible source of poetic inspiration. Christmas
poems impart a deep religious feelings and give a persistent invitation to open
our minds and hearts to the mystery of God incarnate. These poems not tell the
Christmas story, but also celebrates the present form of Christmas.
Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun Bethlehem And Calvary Oh silent Bethlehem attend and see How gently Mary tends her new-born King: Mark with what reverence and ecstasy, Her humble virgin heart with joy will sing. See with what tenderness, she tucks within, Those coverlets, His tiny Hands and Feet, Oh, with what loving care she kisses Him, And smoothes the pillow for His Head so sweet. Oh silent Bethlehem, attend and see, Mary's most precious task is now complete! Oh silent Calvary, attend and see, How sadly Mary watches Christ, her King, Mark with what noble, patient sympathy, Her anguished mother heart meets sorrow's ring. Bravely she watches, her sweet face grows pale, And suffers other hands to "tuck Him in," His Hands and Feet they "tuck" beneath the nails, His kiss is gall; a token of man's sin. Oh, silent Calvary, attend and see, Man's most ignoble work is now complete! Christmas Poems The Christmas poems promote and entertain the spirit of the season. Christmas
poems remind people of the story behind the celebration of Christmas, evoke
sentiments of gratitude and praise, and generate a sense of wonder and undying
hope. Christmas remains an inexhaustible source of poetic inspiration. Christmas
poems impart a deep religious feelings and give a persistent invitation to open
our minds and hearts to the mystery of God incarnate. These poems not tell the
Christmas story, but also celebrates the present form of Christmas.
Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun Bethlehem And Calvary Oh silent Bethlehem attend and see How gently Mary tends her new-born King: Mark with what reverence and ecstasy, Her humble virgin heart with joy will sing. See with what tenderness, she tucks within, Those coverlets, His tiny Hands and Feet, Oh, with what loving care she kisses Him, And smoothes the pillow for His Head so sweet. Oh silent Bethlehem, attend and see, Mary's most precious task is now complete! Oh silent Calvary, attend and see, How sadly Mary watches Christ, her King, Mark with what noble, patient sympathy, Her anguished mother heart meets sorrow's ring. Bravely she watches, her sweet face grows pale, And suffers other hands to "tuck Him in," His Hands and Feet they "tuck" beneath the nails, His kiss is gall; a token of man's sin. Oh, silent Calvary, attend and see, Man's most ignoble work is now complete! Christmas Poems The Christmas poems promote and entertain the spirit of the season. Christmas
poems remind people of the story behind the celebration of Christmas, evoke
sentiments of gratitude and praise, and generate a sense of wonder and undying
hope. Christmas remains an inexhaustible source of poetic inspiration. Christmas
poems impart a deep religious feelings and give a persistent invitation to open
our minds and hearts to the mystery of God incarnate. These poems not tell the
Christmas story, but also celebrates the present form of Christmas.
Christmas Is a Time for Love and Fun Bethlehem And Calvary Oh silent Bethlehem attend and see How gently Mary tends her new-born King: Mark with what reverence and ecstasy, Her humble virgin heart with joy will sing. See with what tenderness, she tucks within, Those coverlets, His tiny Hands and Feet, Oh, with what loving care she kisses Him, And smoothes the pillow for His Head so sweet. Oh silent Bethlehem, attend and see, Mary's most precious task is now complete! Oh silent Calvary, attend and see, How sadly Mary watches Christ, her King, Mark with what noble, patient sympathy, Her anguished mother heart meets sorrow's ring. Bravely she watches, her sweet face grows pale, And suffers other hands to "tuck Him in," His Hands and Feet they "tuck" beneath the nails, His kiss is gall; a token of man's sin. Oh, silent Calvary, attend and see, Man's most ignoble work is now complete!
Have an ideal Christmas;
an occasion that is celebrated as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. Joyous songs and Christmas cheer... laughter and friendship to you all year! Let this year Christmas wave a magic wand over your world, and behold, everything becomes softer and more beautiful. May the miracle of Christmas fill your heart with warmth and love. Merry Christmas! Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years... Christmas is a special time of year to remember those who are close to our hearts! Christmas Day with mirth and pleasure, comes again with wondrous pleasure! May your days be bright, and your heart be light! May this glorious day of our Savior's birth resound with hope and peace on earth! Merry Christmas! Joy resounds in the hearts of those who believe in the miracle of Christmas! Wishing you all the peace, joy, and love of the season! Season's Greetings! Love came down on Christmas Day so many years ago and brought the greatest happiness the world would ever know... Peace came down on Christmas Day to fill the hearts of men with all the sweet tranquility each Christmas brings again... Joy came down on Christmas Day as angels came to earth heralding the miracle of our Messiah's birth. A silent night, a star above, a blessed gift of hope and love. A blessed Christmas to you! Happy Holidays
Have an ideal Christmas;
an occasion that is celebrated as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. Joyous songs and Christmas cheer... laughter and friendship to you all year! Let this year Christmas wave a magic wand over your world, and behold, everything becomes softer and more beautiful. May the miracle of Christmas fill your heart with warmth and love. Merry Christmas! Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years... Christmas is a special time of year to remember those who are close to our hearts! Christmas Day with mirth and pleasure, comes again with wondrous pleasure! May your days be bright, and your heart be light! May this glorious day of our Savior's birth resound with hope and peace on earth! Merry Christmas! Joy resounds in the hearts of those who believe in the miracle of Christmas! Wishing you all the peace, joy, and love of the season! Season's Greetings! Love came down on Christmas Day so many years ago and brought the greatest happiness the world would ever know... Peace came down on Christmas Day to fill the hearts of men with all the sweet tranquility each Christmas brings again... Joy came down on Christmas Day as angels came to earth heralding the miracle of our Messiah's birth. A silent night, a star above, a blessed gift of hope and love. A blessed Christmas to you! Happy Holidays
Have an ideal Christmas;
an occasion that is celebrated as a reflection of your values, desires, affections, traditions. Joyous songs and Christmas cheer... laughter and friendship to you all year! Let this year Christmas wave a magic wand over your world, and behold, everything becomes softer and more beautiful. May the miracle of Christmas fill your heart with warmth and love. Merry Christmas! Let us remember that the Christmas heart is a giving heart, a wide open heart that thinks of others first. The birth of the baby Jesus stands as the most significant event in all history, because it has meant the pouring into a sick world of the healing medicine of love which has transformed all manner of hearts for almost two thousand years... Christmas is a special time of year to remember those who are close to our hearts! Christmas Day with mirth and pleasure, comes again with wondrous pleasure! May your days be bright, and your heart be light! May this glorious day of our Savior's birth resound with hope and peace on earth! Merry Christmas! Joy resounds in the hearts of those who believe in the miracle of Christmas! Wishing you all the peace, joy, and love of the season! Season's Greetings! Love came down on Christmas Day so many years ago and brought the greatest happiness the world would ever know... Peace came down on Christmas Day to fill the hearts of men with all the sweet tranquility each Christmas brings again... Joy came down on Christmas Day as angels came to earth heralding the miracle of our Messiah's birth. A silent night, a star above, a blessed gift of hope and love. A blessed Christmas to you! Happy Holidays
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