27 Holiday Quotes

Thus one of Europe's most serious crises will be ended, and all of us, not only in Germany but those far beyond our frontiers, will then in this year for the first time really rejoice at the Christmas festival. It should for us all be a true Festival of Peace.

A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.

The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.

Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we'll be seeing six or seven.

What you do for Jewish New Year is you go down to Times Square... It's a lot quieter than the regular New Year. It's just a few Jews walking around going, ''sup?'

Church bells and now I'm awake And I guess it must be some kind of holiday I can't seen to join in the celebration But I'll go to the service And I'll go to pray And I'll sing the praises of my maker's name Like I was as good as she made me...

It [Ella Fitgerald's 'Ella Wishes You a Swinging Christmas'] is the happiest Christmas album I've ever heard. That album totally changed the way I look at Christmas albums. I loved what a happy, festive album it truly was . . . it's the best music to have playing when you have a Christmas celebration. I wanted my album to feel just like that.

December will be magic again. Don't miss the brightest star, Kiss under mistletoe, I want to hear you laugh, Don't let the mystery go now.

Now, most of you are probably going to be totally bored out of your minds on Christmas day, and here's the perfect distraction. Test 2.6.15-rc7. All the stores will be closed, and there's really nothing better to do in between meals.

There are two Christmas traditions I've inherited from my mother. One is the feeling that Christmas isn't complete if you haven't got a ham as well as a turkey. It means that the leftovers are much better. And in a curious way, despite the fact that we're talking about Christmas and ham, it's a very Jewish thing to want to provide a huge spread. I always cook for eight, but make enough to feed 30...

How do you get crucifixion and resurrection and then chocolate bunnies, colored eggs. Wild stretch. Even kids are going 'Rabbits don't lay eggs. What is this?' And I know you don't want to see a kid bite the head off a chocolate Jesus, that's not good. You don't want a little cream-filled cross going 'Pwh', you don't want that! And you don't want to spread raspberry jam in the grass and say, 'C'mon kids, we're looking for Jesus!'

We elves try to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup.

(speaking to the store santa) You stink. You smell like beef and cheese! You don't smell like Santa.

'It has something for everyone, except perhaps Irving Berlin, who attempted to get Elvis's recording of 'White Christmas' banned from radio play, deeming it 'vulgar and disrespectful'. And it was, which is part of the reason why the drastically rearranged tune is so memorable, as the then-young singer masticated the contemporary classic, adding his idiosyncratic dynamics and trills ( the so-called educated yodls of one's vocal chords); equally irreverent and just as riveting is the King's gritty take on Leiber and Stoller's 'Santa Claus Is Back in Town', one of the most sexually suggestive holiday tunes ever, and his rollicking 'Here Comes Santa Claus'. And who can forget the song that changed the hue of Yuletide, 'Blue Christmas', or his wistful, definitive version of 'I'll Be Home for Christmas', which cemented his reputation as pop's top dreamboat. Along with Phil Spector's 'Christmas Gift for You', this is arguably the finest Rock & Roll Christmas album of all-time, a seasonal yet essential recording belonging under any Christmas tree'

St. Patrick... one of the few saints whose feast day presents the opportunity to get determinedly whacked and make a fool of oneself all under the guise of acting Irish.

I came up with Kwanzaa because black people in this country wouldn't celebrate it if they knew it was American. Also, I put it around Christmas because I knew that's when a lot of bloods would be partying.

'T was the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring,-not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight - Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

'Maybe Christmas', he thought, 'doesn't come from a store.' 'Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!'

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French. One of the things which Gertrude Butterwick had impressed on Monty Bodkin when he left for his holiday on the Riviera was that he must be sure to practise his French, and Gertrude's word was law. So now, though he knew that it was going to make his nose tickle, he said: 'Er, garcon.' 'M'sieur?' 'Er, garcon, esker-vous avez un spot de l'encre et une piece de papier-note papier, vous savez-et une envelope et une plume.' The strain was too great. Monty relapsed into his native tongue. 'I want to write a letter,' he said. And having, like all lovers, rather a tendency to share his romance with the world, he would probably have aded 'to the sweetest girl on earth' , had not the waiter already bounded off like a retriever, to return a few moments later with the fixings. 'V'la, sir! Zere you are, sir,' said the waiter. He was engaged to a girl in Paris who had told him that when on the Riviera he must be sure to practise his English. 'Eenk-pin-pipper-enveloppe-and a liddle bit of bloddin-pipper.' 'Oh, merci,' said Monty, well pleased at this efficiency. 'Thanks. Right-ho.' 'Right-ho, m'sieur,' said the waiter.