Best 15 quotes in «christmas eve quotes» category

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

Eating a huge home cooked Christmas dinner was his personal favorite. Evan would look around after each Christmas Day was done. There were empty dishes, and torn up wrapping paper on the ground. Monty was passed out on the couch stuffed with food. Evan would close his eyes and hear the day. He could feel the memories that were just made.

This Christmas, every Christmas, Santa Claus is everywhere and Jesus is nowhere to be found.

When I discovered libraries, it was like having Christmas every day.

A child conceived on Christmas Eve is considered unlucky and will later resent his parents for their unholy transgression, their lack of control and piety. The child may be deformed with a harelip or be cursed with the ears and head of a wolf. Or the infant may be born a werewolf.

It always is Christmas Eve, in a ghost story. ("Introduction" to TOLD AFTER SUPPER)

For months I yearned to see Santa again, mooning for him like a lost love. Then, on Christmas Eve, I was awakened by someone shaking me in my bed. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” a voice said out of the darkness. I felt the giggles rising up in my throat. But that's another story...

It was Christmas Eve. Big snowflakes fluttered slowly through the air like white feathers and made all of the Heavenly Valley smooth and white and quiet and beautiful. Tall fir trees stood up to their knees in snow and their outstretched hands were heaped with it. Those that were bare of leaves wore soft white fur on their scrawny, reaching arms and all the stumps and low bushes had been turned into fat white cupcakes.

It was a beautiful, clear Southern California kind of Christmas Eve, the kind where Santa shows up in khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and shades, flashing a peace sign with one hand and sipping a Corona with the other.

Oh!” exclaimed Marie at last, “who does the charming little fellow in the tree belong to, dearest Papa?” “He should work hard for all of you, dear child,” her father replied. “He can bite the hardest of nuts and crack them open for you, and he belongs to Luise as much as to you and Fritz.

I'm a last-minute shopper. I end up at the mall or somewhere on Christmas Eve. It's a shame.

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

We do it for the fun and the fact it makes us feel closer to loved ones both living and dead.

Bruce was a genius, conveniently born on Christmas Eve with, according to my mother, Messiah potential.

The answer is hard work. What are you doing on Christmas Eve? Are you riding your bike? January 1st - are you riding your bike?