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Christmas Quotes

80 of the best book quotes about christmas
  1. #1
    “Why, to the North Pole of course,” was his answer. “This is the Polar Express.”
  2. #2
    “Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
    Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!”
  3. #3
    “Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot.
    But the Grinch who lived just North of Whoville did not!”
  4. #4
    Since Gladys was the only one in the pageant who had anything to say she made the most of it: “Hey! Unto you a child is born!” she hollered, as if it was, for sure, the best news in the world. And all the shepherds trembled, sore afraid—of Gladys, mainly, but it looked good anyway.
  5. #5
    “God bless us every one!”
  6. #6
    “Oil! What kind of a cheap king hands out oil for a present? You get better presents from the firemen!”
  7. #7
    We climbed mountains so high it seemed as if we would scrape the moon. But the Polar Express never slowed down. Faster and faster we ran along . . .
  8. #8
    “For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.”
  1. #9
    “A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!
    Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
    As may be shown by a simple calculation.
    Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.
    I can’t help wishing I could send you one,
    In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.”
  2. #10
    After all, that was the whole point of Jesus—that he didn’t come down on a cloud like something out of “Amazing Comics,” but that he was born and lived . . . a real person.
  3. #11
    ″[A]nd 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!”
  4. #12
    “Only one,” replied the fir-tree; “I heard it on the happiest evening of my life; but I did not know I was so happy at the time.”
  5. #13
    The North Pole. It was a huge city standing alone at the top of the world, filled with factories where every Christmas toy was made.
  6. #14
    The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars (even the girls) and talked dirty and hit little kids and cussed their teachers and took the name of the Lord in vain and set fire to Fred Shoemaker’s old broken-down toolhouse.
  7. #15
    “What was the matter with Joseph that he didn’t tell them? Her pregnant and everything.”
  8. #16
    “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!”
  1. #17
    “He rode into Whoville. He brought back their toys.
    He brought back their floof to the Who girls and boys.”
  2. #18
    “He brought back their snoof and their tringlers and fuzzles,
    Brought back their pantookas, their dafflers and wuzzles.”
  3. #19
    “He brought everything back, all the food for the feast!
    And he, he himself, the Grinch carved the roast beast!”
  4. #20
    “Welcome Christmas while we stand
    Heart to heart and hand in hand.”
  5. #21
    “Christmas Day will always be
    Just as long as we have we.”
  6. #22
    “Christmas Day is in our grasp
    So long as we have hands to grasp.”
  7. #23
    “Welcome Christmas. Bring your cheer,
    Cheer to all Whos, far and near.”
  8. #24
    “They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!
    Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
    Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry boo-hoo!”
  1. #25
    “Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
    ‘I must find some way to keep Christmas from coming!‘”
  2. #26
    And now the folding doors were thrown open, and a troop of children rushed in as if they intended to upset the tree; they were followed more silently by their elders. For a moment the little ones stood silent with astonishment, and then they shouted for joy, till the room rang, and they danced merrily round the tree, while one present after another was taken from it.
  3. #27
    “I wonder whether anything so brilliant will ever happen to me,” thought the fir-tree. “It would be much better than crossing the sea. I long for it almost with pain. Oh! when will Christmas be here? I am now as tall and well grown as those which were taken away last year. Oh! that I were now laid on the wagon, or standing in the warm room, with all that brightness and splendor around me!”
  4. #28
    “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.”
  5. #29
    She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. . . . Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.
  6. #30
    When it was over people stood around the lobby of the church talking about what was different this year. There was something special, everyone said—they couldn’t put their finger on what.
  7. #31
    I couldn’t believe it. Among other things, the Herdmans were famous for never sitting still and never paying attention to anyone—teachers, parents (their own or anybody else’s), the truant officer, the police—yet here they were, eyes glued on my mother and taking in every word. ‘What’s that?’ they would yell whenever they didn’t understand the language, and when Mother read about there being no room at the inn, Imogene’s jaw dropped and she sat up in her seat. ‘My God!’ she said. ‘Not even for Jesus?’”
  8. #32
    The thing was, the Herdmans didn’t know anything about the Christmas story. They knew that Christmas was Jesus’ birthday, but everything else was news to them—the shepherds, the Wise Men, the star, the stable, the crowded inn.
  1. #33
    Of course nobody even thought about the Herdmans in connection with the Christmas pageant. Most of us spent all week in school being pounded and poked and pushed around by Herdmans, and we looked forward to Sunday as a real day of rest.
  2. #34
    “They looked like the people you see on the six o’clock news—refugees, sent to wait in some strange ugly place, with all their boxes and sacks around them. It suddenly occurred to me that this was just the way it must have been for the real Holy Family, stuck away in a barn by people who didn’t much care what happened to them. They couldn’t have been very neat and tidy either, but more like this Mary and Joseph.”
  3. #35
    They were just so all-around awful you could hardly believe they were real: Ralph, Imogene, Leroy, Claude, Ollie, and Gladys--six skinny, stringy-haired kids all alike except for being different sizes and having different black-and-blue places where they had clonked each other.
  4. #36
    At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe.
  5. #37
    Outside, the lights of towns and villages flickered in the distance as the Polar Express raced northward.
  6. #38
    “Dell,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep ’em a while. They’re too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs.”
  7. #39
    Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling—something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
  8. #40
    There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
  1. #41
    “As good as gold,” said Bob, “and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.”
  2. #42
    “‘There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—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, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!‘”
  3. #43
    “Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!”
  4. #44
    “She stared at the Grinch and said, ‘Santy Claus, why, why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?‘”
  5. #45
    “Found this on the seat of my sleigh. Fix that hole in your pocket.” Signed, “Mr. C.”
  6. #46
    Sarah found one last small box behind the tree. It had my name on it. Inside was the silver bell!
  7. #47
    He cupped his hands around his mouth. “MERRY CHRISTMAS,” he shouted. The Polar Express let out a loud blast from its whistle and sped away.
  8. #48
    Santa circled once above us, then disappeared in the cold, dark polar sky.
  1. #49
    “All aboard,” the conductor cried out.
  2. #50
    “Jim, darling,” she cried, “don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. . . . Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.”
  3. #51
    “‘There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. . . . And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!‘”
  4. #52
    “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
  5. #53
    “I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.”
  6. #54
    The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents.
  7. #55
    Far down in the forest, where the warm sun and the fresh air made a sweet resting-place, grew a pretty little fir-tree; and yet it was not happy, it wished so much to be tall like its companions— the pines and firs which grew around it.
  8. #56
    A short time before Christmas, the discontented fir-tree was the first to fall. As the axe cut through the stem, and divided the pith, the tree fell with a groan to the earth, conscious of pain and faintness, and forgetting all its anticipations of happiness, in sorrow at leaving its home in the forest.
  1. #57
    “I know just what to do!” The Grinch laughed in his throat.
    “I’ll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.”
  2. #58
    “And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say
    That the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day!”
  3. #59
    “Packed it up with their presents, their ribbons, their wrappings,
    Their snoof and their fuzzles, their tringlers and trappings!
    Ten thousand feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpet,
    He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!”
  4. #60
    Elmer Hopkins, the minister’s son, has been Joseph for as long as I can remember; and my friend Alice Wendleken is Mary because she’s so smart, so neat and clean, and, most of all, so holy-looking.
  5. #61
    “A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!”
  6. #62
    “Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
    The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!”
  7. #63
    “And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
    There’s one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!”
  8. #64
    “But I think that the most likely reason of all
    May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.”
  1. #65
    It thought of its fresh youth in the forest, of the merry Christmas evening, and of the little mice who had listened to the story of “Humpty Dumpty.” “Past! past!” said the old tree; “Oh, had I but enjoyed myself while I could have done so! but now it is too late.”
  2. #66
    A conductor stood at the open door of one of the cars. He took a large pocket watch from his vest, then looked up at my window.
  3. #67
    He stood, holding the bell high above him, and called out, “The first gift of Christmas!”
  4. #68
    “Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
    Around the whole room, and he took every present!”
  5. #69
    “With a smile to his soul, he descended Mount Crumpet
    Cheerily blowing “Who! Who!” on his trumpet.”
  6. #70
    On Christmas eve, many years ago, I lay quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets. I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound—a sound a friend had told me I’d never hear—the ringing bells of Santa’s sleigh.
  7. #71
    [E]veryone sang “Silent Night,” including the audience. We sang all the verses too, and when we got to “Son of God, Love’s pure light” I happened to look at Imogene and I almost dropped my hymn book on a baby angel. Everyone had been waiting all this time for the Herdmans to do something absolutely unexpected. And sure enough, that was what happened. Imogene Herdman was crying. In the candlelight her face was all shiny with tears and she didn’t even bother to wipe them away. She just sat there—awful old Imogene—in her crookedy veil, crying and crying and crying.
  8. #72
    “But this sound wasn’t sad!
    Why, this sound sounded glad!”
  9. #73
    One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
  10. #74
    “I wish to be left alone,” said Scrooge. “Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don’t make merry myself at Christmas and I can’t afford to make idle people merry.”
  11. #75
    “It should be Christmas Day, I am sure,” said she, “on which one drinks the health of such an odious, stingy, hard, unfeeling man as Mr. Scrooge. You know he is, Robert! Nobody knows it better than you do, poor fellow! . . . I’ll drink his health for your sake and the Day’s . . . not for his. Long life to him! A merry Christmas and a happy new year! He’ll be very merry and very happy, I have no doubt!”
  12. #76
    “They are gathering at the center of the city . . . That is where Santa will give the first gift of Christmas.”
  13. #77
    In the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet, roamed through the streets.
  14. #78
    “But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time . . . as a good 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, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave . . . ”
  15. #79
    “But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—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, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.”
  16. #80
    What I wanted more than anything was one silver bell from Santa’s sleigh.
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