Christmas Quotes from Classic Books with printable bookmarks

A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round … as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time

Come in!” exclaimed the Ghost. “Come in! and know me better, man!

there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humour.

After a while they played at forfeits; for it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.

Then Bob proposed: “A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!

God bless us every one!” said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.

I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy.

A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you, for many a year!

it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!

Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

let’s each get her something for Christmas, and not get anything for ourselves.

Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas, little daughters! I’m glad you began at once, and hope you will keep on.

I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.

Several days of unusually mild weather fitly ushered in a splendid Christmas Day.

May nothing you dismay, But health and peace and happiness Be yours, this Christmas day.

There never was such a Christmas dinner as they had that day.

Christmas morning broke on a beautiful white world.

Merry Christmas, Marilla! Merry Christmas, Matthew! Isn’t it a lovely Christmas? I’m so glad it’s white.

That’s a Christmas present for you, Anne,” said Matthew shyly.

Of all the old festivals, however, that of Christmas awakens the strongest and most heartfelt associations.

There is something in the very season of the year that gives a charm to the festivity of Christmas.

It is, indeed, the season of regenerated feeling—the season for kindling, not merely the fire of hospitality in the hall, but the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Never did Christmas board display a more goodly and gracious assemblage of countenances: those who were not handsome were, at least, happy; and happiness is a rare improver of your hard-favoured visage.