On Christmas Eve, we sit in front of the fire and take turns reading Christmas stories.
Put that on your Christmas wish-list.
I should like to be at home on Christmas day.
The mummers (some of the house serfs) dressed up as bears, Turks, innkeepers, and ladies--frightening and funny--bringing in with them the cold from outside and a feeling of gaiety, crowded, at first timidly, into the anteroom, then hiding behind one another they pushed into the ballroom where, shyly at first and then more and more merrily and heartily, they started singing, dancing, and playing Christmas games.
My dear Mother, Yesterday I sent you a little Christmas box.
The eyes of the newcomer were the color of their Christmas tree.
The shopping trip was exciting because it was so close to Christmas, but otherwise uneventful.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
Soon after the Christmas holidays Nicholas told his mother of his love for Sonya and of his firm resolve to marry her.
Still, Carmen wanted to go, and family made Christmas special, not location.
It also inhibits investigations and makes for an early Christmas present for defense attorneys.
In an attempt to calm his wife's progressive nervousness, and because he too felt like a snort, Dean broke out a jug of left over Christmas cheer.
Laughing softly at the matching shadows of her hair and skirt, she imagined it was a Christmas tree.
"Good. Looking forward to Christmas," Dustin replied.
The first Christmas after Miss Sullivan came to Tuscumbia was a great event.
The service on Christmas Eve day was, of course, about Jesus.
"Costumes," the lady said, disappointment like empty socks at Christmas ringing in her voice.
On Christmas Eve the Tuscumbia schoolchildren had their tree, to which they invited me.
I found surprises, not in the stocking only, but on the table, on all the chairs, at the door, on the very window-sill; indeed, I could hardly walk without stumbling on a bit of Christmas wrapped up in tissue paper.
Dean started to protest but his wife began carrying the packed ornaments from the room and asked in her sweetest tone if he could remove the now-dried Christmas tree and finish a short list of Bird Song chores she'd drawn up earlier.
The eyes of the newcomer were the color of their Christmas tree.
When her son Randy, visiting Bird Song over his Christmas college break, had expressed an interest in the sport, she had a fit.
A Christmas card come to life.
You're bleeding on your Christmas sweater.
The previous autumn, the hunting, "Uncle," and the Christmas holidays spent with Nicholas at Otradnoe were what she recalled oftenest and most painfully.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
They would have some time to enjoy a late Christmas at home when they returned.
A tall perfectly formed and decorated Christmas tree stood beside the staircase.
Is it a Christmas party?
"It's Christmas Eve," she said softly.
He had never mentioned what Christmas had been like at his home.
While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
If her Christmas gift was any indication, she thought she might be falling for the brute.
They talked about visiting him Thanksgiving or Christmas but made no concrete plans.
"For Christmas?" she asked hopefully.
You know those Christmas lights that are shaped like red chili peppers?
She looked up at her husband from her position scotched down on the parlor floor and resumed sorting Christmas ornaments, packing them away as methodically as if she were returning them to the store.
I spoke with her on the phone around Christmas and mentioned I was coming to Ouray for some ice climbing.
In the pleasure of doing this, I did not stop to look at my own gifts; but when I was ready for them, my impatience for the real Christmas to begin almost got beyond control.
I am going to have a Christmas tree in the parlor and teacher will hang all of my gifts upon it.
The happy Christmas time is almost here!
It was the first Christmas tree she had ever seen, and she was puzzled, and asked many questions.
Tomorrow is Christmas morning.
Then, on Christmas morning when everyone is awake, we lounge around in our night clothes while we open presents.
He can even spout some sports trivia and Christmas carols and stuff like that.
Betsy was like a Christmas morning kid.
She joined crowds of people milling through downtown Crystal City to see the Christmas displays and shop.
He had been outside, atop a ladder, removing Christmas lights when the two checked in to Bird Song, the Dean's bed and breakfast.
During the week before Christmas, Martha had spent an overnight at Bird Song when Janet was forced to report to court in Grand Junction, on some charges she, thankfully, did not detail to the Deans.
Well, you gave me such a hard time when I didn't get you a Christmas card, until the day after, I figured I'd stock up.
Jackson worried Elisabeth would miss her family, but she assured him that Christmas was not nearly as important as The Wolf Moon.
They had a pretty Christmas-tree, and there were many pretty presents on it for little children.
I hope your Christmas Day will be a very happy one and that the New Year will be full of brightness and joy for you and every one.
I might have seen Mrs. Wiggin, the sweet author of "Birds' Christmas Carol," but she had a dangerous cough and could not come.
I find it hard to realize that Christmas is almost here, in spite of the fact that Helen talks about nothing else.
The Christmas season has furnished many lessons, and added scores of new words to Helen's vocabulary.
For the Rostov family the whole interest of these preparations for war lay in the fact that Nicholas would not hear of remaining in Moscow, and only awaited the termination of Denisov's furlough after Christmas to return with him to their regiment.
On the third day of Christmas week, after the midday dinner, all the inmates of the house dispersed to various rooms.
"Do you know, one Christmas I drove from Tver," said Anatole, smilingly at the recollection and turning to Makarin who gazed rapturously at him with wide-open eyes.
When a Christmas waltz began, a warm hand gripped her elbow.
They would purchase a few things for Christmas tomorrow.
According to the invitation, the party will be held in the main entrance near the Christmas tree.
It was Christmas morning and all was not well.
It was nearing Christmas and while New York was aglow, my wife and I were just the opposite; out of sync with the mood of the city.
Until the attack was defended and defeated, Christmas mornings, autumn leaves, spring flowers and summer picnics were no more than passing dreams.
He quickly agreed and the two strolled, for the first time since Christmas, to St. Daniel's Catholic Church, a few blocks away.
She coveted each addition like an orange in a Christmas stocking.
Fred was still gabbing on the phone so Dean shared with his wife the last of the turkey salad, extended mileage from the Christmas turkey of ten days earlier.
Her face bore a Christmas morning smile.
The other three laughed and Jackson offered, "Don't forget Christmas is coming."
I'm thinking Daisy Duke outfit, and that song for my Christmas lap dance.
At Christmas time he scattered crumbs of bread under the trees, so that the tiny creatures could feast and be happy.
Christmas week was a very busy one here, too.
On the third day after Christmas Nicholas dined at home, a thing he had rarely done of late.
Christmas was only a few days away, and yet it didn't seem like Christmas.
Pierre, am I allowed to go Christmas shopping?
Connor had decided to tell his parents they were going away for the holiday and Elisabeth didn't want to deal with any family issues on her first Christmas with Jackson.