I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

It's surprising to me how many of my friends send Christmas cards or holiday cards including my atheist and secular friends.

You have to remind kids to stay connected to the meaning of Christmas. Sometimes it takes a little bit of effort but it's so worth it.

Now I'm an old Christmas tree the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.

I suppose if you look back to your early childhood you accept everything people tell you and that includes a heavy dose of irrationality - you're told about tooth fairies and Father Christmas and things.

Even though we're a week and a half away from Thanksgiving it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

I wanted an electric train for Christmas but I got the saxophone instead.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

In the United States Christmas has become the rape of an idea.

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.