Quotes on Children Christmas

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

For children, Christmas is anticipation. For adults, Christmas is memory.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

At Christmas A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here; Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before, And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for. He is less a selfish creature than at any other time; When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.

There's more, much more, to Christmas Than candlelight and cheer; It's the spirit of sweet friendship That brightens all year. It's thoughtfulness and kindness, It's hope reborn again, For peace, for understanding, And for goodwill to men!

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,_x000D_ _x000D_ Just like the ones I used to know,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where the tree tops glisten_x000D_ _x000D_ And children listen_x000D_ _x000D_ To hear sleigh bells in the snow.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

Good news from heaven the angels bring,_x000D_ _x000D_ Glad tidings to the earth they sing:_x000D_ _x000D_ To us this day a child is given,_x000D_ _x000D_ To crown us with the joy of heaven.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.