| Author |
Quotes |
| Charles Wesley | "Hark the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born king." Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled.! |
| Clement C Moore | 'Twas the night before Christman, 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. |
| Francis Pharcellus Church | Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 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! |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority! |
| James Russell Lowell | "What means this glory round our feet," The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!" And voices chanted clear and sweet, "To-day the Prince of Peace is born." |
| John Byrom | Christians awake, salute the happy morn Whereon the Saviour of the world was born. |
| John Greenleaf Whittier | Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man! |
| John Milton | This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace. |
| John Milton | Ring out ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson | The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. |
| Old Saying | As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy months will you have. |
| Phoebe Cary | For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake. |
| Richard Watson Gilder | What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings-- This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings. |
| Rudyard Kipling | High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us-- As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan, They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they love us, And forget us till another year be gone! |
| Sir Walter Scott | England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year. |
| Thomas Haynes Bayly | And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday. |
| Thomas Haynes Bayly | The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. |
| Thomas Tusser | At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. |
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