I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men read more

I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!

Charity separates the rich from the poor; aid raises the needy and sets him on the same level with the read more

Charity separates the rich from the poor; aid raises the needy and sets him on the same level with the rich.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they read more

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
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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!

He is truly great who hath a great charity.

He is truly great who hath a great charity.

How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd read more

How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.

Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
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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!

In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any
human being, and even compassionating those who read more

In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any
human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage
their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.

Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if
it is a headache, a chore, and read more

Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if
it is a headache, a chore, and a nightmare, it is a period of
necessary defrosting of chilled hidebound hearts.