Dates and Celebrations

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

To be the father of a nation is a great honor, but to be the father of a family is a greater joy

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year’s Eve of time.

There could I marvel

Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet.

It was the winter wild,

It is better to be seventy years young than forty years old!

A cold coming we had of it,

The times they are a-changin’.

‘God bless us every one!’ said Tiny Tim.

I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

‘Bah,’ said Scrooge. ‘Humbug!’

They gave it me,—for an un-birthday present.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the Middle of Winter.

I saw three ships come sailing by, Come sailing by, come sailing by, I saw three ships come sailing by, On New Year’s Day in the morning.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie. He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!”

When she introduces me to her parents back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie, should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa and not ask Where’s the bathroom?

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Heap on more wood!—the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.

This day Time winds th’ exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth’s length again.