Christmas Quotes Wishes and Status Messages - Page 10

When the song of the angel is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost--To heal the broken--To feed the hungry--
To release the prisoner--To rebuild the nations--
To bring peace among brothers and sisters--
To make music in the heart.

Then Bob proposed: A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us! Which all his family re-echoed. God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display--so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn''t the holly, it isn''t the snow. It isn''t the tree not the firelight''s glow. It''s the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again.

Somehow he [Tim] 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 for them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.

I have always thought of Christmas time 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.

A song was heard at Christmas
To wake the midnight sky:
A saviour''s birth, and peace on earth,
And praise to God on high.
The angels sang at Christmas
With all the hosts above,
And still we sing the newborn King
His glory and his love.

A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!

A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you! cried a cheerful voice. Bah! said Scrooge. Humbug!

This Advent we look to the Wise Men to teach us where to focus our attention. We set our sights on things above, where God is. We draw closer to Jesus... When our Advent journey ends, and we reach the place where Jesus resides in Bethlehem, may we, like the Wise Men, fall on our knees and adore him as our true and only King.

This is Christmas: not the tinsel, not the giving and receiving, not even the carols, but the humble heart that receives anew the wondrous gift, the Christ.

Out upon merry Christmas! What''s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer... If I could work my will, said Scrooge indignantly, every idiot who goes about with ''Merry Christmas'' upon his lips should be boiled with his won pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!

We should try to hold on to the Christmas spirit, not just one day a year, but all 365.

My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?

To celebrate the heart of Christmas is to forget ourselves in the service of others.

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won''t make it white.

So here comes Gabriel again, and what he says is Good tidings of great joy ... for all people. ... That''s why the shepherds are first: they represent all the nameless, all the working stiffs, the great wheeling population of the whole world.

Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing:
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.

So remember while December
Brings the only Christmas day,
In the year let there be Christmas
In the things you do and say.

The star of Bethlehem was a star of hope that led the wise men to the fulfillment of their expectations, the success of their expedition. Nothing in this world is more fundamental for success in life than hope, and this star pointed to our only source for true hope: Jesus Christ.

Once upon a time--of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve--old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house.

Of course, this is the season to be jolly, but it is also a good time to be thinking about those who aren''t.

The outdoor Christmas lights, green and red and gold and blue and twinkling, remind me that most people are that way all year round--kind, generous, friendly and with an occasional moment of ecstasy. But Christmas is the only time they dare reveal themselves.

Were it not for the shepherds, there would have been no reception. And were it not for a group of stargazers, there would have been no gifts.

Somehow not only for Christmas
But all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others
Is the joy that comes back to you.
And the more you spend in blessing
The poor and lonely and sad,
The more of your heart''s possessing
Returns to make you glad.

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

This time of year means being kind
to everyone we meet,
To share a smile with strangers
we may pass along the street.

Off to one side sits a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor, perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him--and so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

The merry family gatherings--
The old, the very young;
The strangely lovely way they
Harmonize in carols sung.
For Christmas is tradition time--
Traditions that recall
The precious memories down the years,
The sameness of them all.

Probably the reason we al go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don''t quite know how to put our love into words.