I love the smell of a real Christmas tree - also, my mum's Christmas pudding with brandy sauce.
The Christmas tree goes up on December 1. I love it.
I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.
Sing hey! Sing hey! For Christmas Day; Twine mistletoe and holly. For a friendship glows In winter snows, And so let's all be jolly! At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year
November, I'll give thanks that you belong to me. December, you're the present beneath my Christmas tree.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
Every December, I host a tree-trimming party. I serve chili with cornbread and lots of good wine. It's a wonderful party, and it shows how much adults like to play.
I love Christmas music and there's nothing like getting together with friends at Christmas time to celebrate with music the incredible reality of the Savior's birth.
In this part of the world, only Maine gives winter the welcome and the worship it should have.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
