The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
Black bodies have become ornamental, haven't they?
You can't undo loss. You can't unmake a mistake.
I save every Christmas card. I keep them all.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.
I never really did Christmas before. Christmas Day? I mean - what's that? What's it all about? I was always flying on Christmas Day.
The worst defeat of all is to surrender without having been defeated. And it is Christmas that obliterates both.
My stomach rumbles.Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.Christmastime is here.
One can never have enough socks, said Dumbledore. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.
After that I went home and Sally put what was left of me to bed; next day, being a Christian family, we saluted the happy morn with the Hell and Hades of a row because I wouldn't get up and go to earl...
Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which--the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip through, with her basket--Little Red Riding-Hood comes to me one Christmas Eve to...