The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
The service on Christmas Eve day was, of course, about Jesus.
I should like to be at home on Christmas day.
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 shopping trip was exciting because it was so close to Christmas, but otherwise uneventful.
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.
Christmas week was a very busy one here, too.
"It's Christmas Eve," she said softly.
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.
I am going to have a Christmas tree, in the parlor and teacher will hang all of my gifts upon it.
A tall perfectly formed and decorated Christmas tree stood beside the staircase.
According to the invitation, the party will be held in the main entrance near the Christmas tree.
The eyes of the newcomer were the color of their Christmas tree.
Pierre, am I allowed to go Christmas shopping?
If her Christmas gift was any indication, she thought she might be falling for the brute.
"For Christmas?" she asked hopefully.
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.
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.
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.
The other three laughed and Jackson offered, "Don't forget Christmas is coming."
On Christmas Eve the Tuscumbia schoolchildren had their tree, to which they invited me.
They had a pretty Christmas-tree, and there were many pretty presents on it for little children.
The happy Christmas time is almost here!
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.
It was the first Christmas tree she had ever seen, and she was puzzled, and asked many questions.
The Christmas season has furnished many lessons, and added scores of new words to Helen's vocabulary.