All Christmas Wishes

May all the sweet magic
Of Christmas conspire
To gladden your hearts
And fill every desire.

Love came down at Christmas;
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Stars and angels gave the sign.

May your world be filled with warmth and good chear this Holy season,
And throughout the year.Wish your christmas be filled with peace and love.
Merry X-mas.

I am dreaming of white Christmas ,
With every Christmas card i write,
May your days be merry and bright,
And May all your Christmases be white.
Happy Christmas.

If one night a big fat man jumps in at your window,
Grabs you and puts you in a sack don’t worry I told Santa
I wanted you for CHRISTMAS.HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Lets welcome the year which is fresh
Lets welcome the year which is fresh and new,
Lets cherish each moment it beholds,
Lets celebrate this blissful New year. Merry X-mas

The night was so bright
And the stars so alive
An angel was sent to tell
That Jesus has arrived.

Christmas may be many things
Or it may be a few.
For you, the joy
Is each new toy;
For me;
It’s watching U.

Christmas is not a time nor a season,
But a state of mind.
To cherish peace and goodwill,
To be plenteous in mercy,
Is to have the real spirit of Christmas.

Joy resounds in the hearts of those
Who believe in the miracle of Christmas!
Wishing you all the peace, joy, and love
Of the season! Season’s Greetings!

Somehow not only for Christmas
But all the long year through,

The joy that you give to others
Is the joy that comes back to you.

And the more you spend in blessing
The poor and lonely and sad,

The more of your heart’s possessing
Returns to make you glad.

There is faint music in the night,
And pale wings fanned by silver flight;

A frosty hill with tender glow
Of countless stars that shine on snow.

A shelter from the winter storm,
A straw-lined manger, safe and warm,

And Mary crooning lullabies,
To hush her Baby’s sleepy sighs.

Her eyes are rapt upon His Face,
Unheeded here is time and space;

Her heart filled with blinding joy,
For God’s own Son–her little Boy!

May this Christmas be the first of many,
Each more joyous in our growing love,

Revealing more of happiness than any
Riches might provide or pain remove.

Years flow like an unrepentant river,
Carrying the soil of life away,

Holding far more than they can deliver,
Rushing past the certitudes that stay.

In love there is an instance of forever
So shy and lovely it eludes the eye,

The sense of being home when we’re together,
More enduring than a reason why.

As love is born of passion, borne by will,
So may for many years we choose love still.

Our Christmas wreaths are fat and round,
Made of the woodsy things we found.

We tied brown cones upon the green,
And stuck red berries in between.

Upon the wreath on our front door,
We tied red ribbon from the store.

I’d like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I’d go out in a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I’d search and find them everyone,
Before the sun went down.

Excitement and joy are filling the air;
The lights add special decor.

We’re shopping for Christmas gifts everywhere,
But are gifts what Christmas is for?

The wreaths and the trees and the parties
Aren’t what we need to convey;

It’s the birth of our Savior, Jesus,
The real reason for this holiday.

Under the tree the gifts enthrall,
But the nicest present of them all

Is filling our thoughts with those who care,
Wanting our Christmas joy to share.

To you, whom we’re often thinking of,
We send our holiday joy and love.

What do we love about Christmas;
Does our delight reside in things?

Or are the feelings in our hearts
The real gift that Christmas brings.

It’s seeing those we love,
And sending Christmas cards, too,

Appreciating people who bring us joy
Special people just like you.

At Christmas
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season’s here;

Then he’s thinking more of others than he’s thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.

He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.

Every moment of our life is most precious.
We should not fritter it away in useless pursuits,
but devote it in the search of self and God.