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“Every conversation, every cuddle, aver kiss and caress, even every disagreement, adds another brushstroke to the picture of home you paint with the days and hours of your life.”
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“Cherish the people who make up your home, and you'll notice the hearth fires burn brighter than ever before.”
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“Surround yourself with the kinds of input that are uplifting, that expand your mind and settle your spirit.”
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“We all have romantic nature of one kind or another buried somewhere in our hearts.”
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“Beauty is found in anything that delights the senses, nourishes the soul, fires the imagination.”
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“Balance, peace, and joy are the fruit of a successful life. It starts with recognizing your talents and finding ways to serve others by using them." ~ Thomas Kinkade”
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“There is no greater wisdom than kindness,”
― A Christmas Visitor
― A Christmas Visitor
“Of course, you think you love him. You're barely twenty-five years old. You're liable to think a lot of things." Lillian sat stiffly in her wheelchair, her gaze fixed on her granddaughter. "I thought you had some sense in that pretty head. Or you would at least, at some point, wake up and smell the coffee."
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. "I did wake up and smell the coffee. Just this morning. Luke makes wonderful coffee. He uses fresh beans."
Lillian made a sour face. "Please! Spare me the details of your honeymoon. Too much information, as the teenagers say."
Lillian appeared to have recovered her energy for arguing, despite her casts and the bruise around her eye that had turned an amazing shade of bluish purple.”
― A Christmas To Remember
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. "I did wake up and smell the coffee. Just this morning. Luke makes wonderful coffee. He uses fresh beans."
Lillian made a sour face. "Please! Spare me the details of your honeymoon. Too much information, as the teenagers say."
Lillian appeared to have recovered her energy for arguing, despite her casts and the bruise around her eye that had turned an amazing shade of bluish purple.”
― A Christmas To Remember
“High culture is paranoid about sentiment, but human beings are intensely sentimental. And if art doesn’t speak language that’s acceptable to people, it relegates itself to obscurity.”
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“Villagers all, this frosty tide,
Let your doors swing open wide,
Though wind may flow and snow betide
Yet draw us in by your fire to bide:
Joy shall be yours in the morning.
Here we stand in the cold
and the sleet,
Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
Come from far away, you to greet—
You by the fire and we in the street—
Bidding you joy in the morning.
For ere one half of the
night was gone,
Sudden a star has led us on,
Raining bliss and benison—
Bliss tomorrow and more anon,
Joy for every morning.
Good man Joseph toiled
through the snow—
Saw the star o’er the stable low;
Mary she might not further go—
Welcome thatch and litter below!
Joy was hers in the morning.
And then they heard the angels tell,
“Who were the first to cry Nowell?
Animals all as it befell,
In the stable where they did dwell!
Joy shall be theirs in the morning.”
Kenneth Grahame
The Wind in the Willows”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
Let your doors swing open wide,
Though wind may flow and snow betide
Yet draw us in by your fire to bide:
Joy shall be yours in the morning.
Here we stand in the cold
and the sleet,
Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
Come from far away, you to greet—
You by the fire and we in the street—
Bidding you joy in the morning.
For ere one half of the
night was gone,
Sudden a star has led us on,
Raining bliss and benison—
Bliss tomorrow and more anon,
Joy for every morning.
Good man Joseph toiled
through the snow—
Saw the star o’er the stable low;
Mary she might not further go—
Welcome thatch and litter below!
Joy was hers in the morning.
And then they heard the angels tell,
“Who were the first to cry Nowell?
Animals all as it befell,
In the stable where they did dwell!
Joy shall be theirs in the morning.”
Kenneth Grahame
The Wind in the Willows”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“There had never been such a Christmas as this. It was such a large, rich Christmas, the whole church full of Christmas. There were so many lamps, so many people, so much noise and laughter, and so many happinesses in it. Laura felt full and bursting, as if that whole big rich Christmas were inside her, and her mittens and her beautiful jewelbox with the wee gold cup-and-saucer and teapot, and her candy and her popcorn ball. And suddenly someone said, “These are for you, Laura.”
Mrs. Tower stood smiling, holding out the little fur cape and muff.
“For me?” Laura said. “For me?” Then everything else vanished while with both arms she hugged the soft furs to her. . . .
“What do you say, Laura?” Ma asked, but the Reverend Alden said, “There is no need. The way her eyes are shining is enough. . . .”
Laura Ingalls Wilder
On the Banks of Plum Creek”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
Mrs. Tower stood smiling, holding out the little fur cape and muff.
“For me?” Laura said. “For me?” Then everything else vanished while with both arms she hugged the soft furs to her. . . .
“What do you say, Laura?” Ma asked, but the Reverend Alden said, “There is no need. The way her eyes are shining is enough. . . .”
Laura Ingalls Wilder
On the Banks of Plum Creek”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“Come home with me a little space
And browse about our ancient place,
Lay by your wonted troubles here
And have a turn of Christmas cheer.
These sober walls of weathered stone
Can tell a romance of their own,
And these wide rooms of devious line
Are kindly meant in their design.
Sometimes the north wind searches through,
But he shall not be rude to you.
We’ll light a log of generous girth
For winter comfort, and the mirth
Of healthy children you shall see
About a sparkling Christmas tree. . . .
And you may chafe the wasting oak,
Or freely pass the kindly joke
To mix with nuts and home-made cake
And apples set on coals to bake.
Or some fine carol we will sing
In honor of the Manger-King. . . .
These dear delights we fain would share
With friend and kinsman everywhere,
And from our door see them depart
Each with a little lighter heart.
Leslie Pinckney Hill”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
And browse about our ancient place,
Lay by your wonted troubles here
And have a turn of Christmas cheer.
These sober walls of weathered stone
Can tell a romance of their own,
And these wide rooms of devious line
Are kindly meant in their design.
Sometimes the north wind searches through,
But he shall not be rude to you.
We’ll light a log of generous girth
For winter comfort, and the mirth
Of healthy children you shall see
About a sparkling Christmas tree. . . .
And you may chafe the wasting oak,
Or freely pass the kindly joke
To mix with nuts and home-made cake
And apples set on coals to bake.
Or some fine carol we will sing
In honor of the Manger-King. . . .
These dear delights we fain would share
With friend and kinsman everywhere,
And from our door see them depart
Each with a little lighter heart.
Leslie Pinckney Hill”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“And I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday--the longer, the better . . .
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Tree”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Tree”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“Here’s one of Claire’s favorite recipes, which never fails to make smiles bloom around the breakfast table. The ingredients and spices are varied, and Claire claims there’s no reason to worry if you don’t have everything on hand. Just improvise. The muffins never come out the same way twice but are always delicious . . . and could be called Vanishing Muffins, since they disappear so quickly. Morning Glory Muffins MAKES 16 MUFFINS Ingredients 2¼ cups unbleached all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
¾ cup brown sugar, lightly packed (light or dark)
¾ cup white sugar
2 tablespoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon allspice
2 cups grated carrots
1 cup (8 ounces) crushed pineapple, packed in juice and drained
¾ cup raisins (golden preferred)
½ cup shredded coconut
½ cup chopped walnuts or pecans
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup canola oil Directions Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F with a rack in the lower third. Line muffin tins with paper cups. In a large bowl, mix together the flour, baking soda, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and allspice. Add the carrots, pineapple, raisins, coconut, and nuts, and mix thoroughly. In a separate bowl, whisk the eggs with the vanilla and then the oil. Pour egg mixture into the dry ingredients in thirds and blend well. (Do not overmix or muffins will turn out tough.) Fill muffin cups to the brim. Bake for 30-35 minutes or until a toothpick or sharp, thin knife inserted in the middle of a muffin comes out clean. Allow to cool for 10-15 minutes and remove from tins.”
― The Inn at Angel Island: An Angel Island Novel
2 teaspoons baking soda
¾ cup brown sugar, lightly packed (light or dark)
¾ cup white sugar
2 tablespoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon allspice
2 cups grated carrots
1 cup (8 ounces) crushed pineapple, packed in juice and drained
¾ cup raisins (golden preferred)
½ cup shredded coconut
½ cup chopped walnuts or pecans
3 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup canola oil Directions Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F with a rack in the lower third. Line muffin tins with paper cups. In a large bowl, mix together the flour, baking soda, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and allspice. Add the carrots, pineapple, raisins, coconut, and nuts, and mix thoroughly. In a separate bowl, whisk the eggs with the vanilla and then the oil. Pour egg mixture into the dry ingredients in thirds and blend well. (Do not overmix or muffins will turn out tough.) Fill muffin cups to the brim. Bake for 30-35 minutes or until a toothpick or sharp, thin knife inserted in the middle of a muffin comes out clean. Allow to cool for 10-15 minutes and remove from tins.”
― The Inn at Angel Island: An Angel Island Novel
“The door is on the latch tonight,
The hearth-fire is aglow,
I seem to hear soft passing feet-
The Christchild in the snow.
My heart is open wide tonight
For strangers, kith or kin;
I would not bar a single door
Where love might enter in.
Author unknown”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
The hearth-fire is aglow,
I seem to hear soft passing feet-
The Christchild in the snow.
My heart is open wide tonight
For strangers, kith or kin;
I would not bar a single door
Where love might enter in.
Author unknown”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.
Washington Irving, Christmas Eve”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
Washington Irving, Christmas Eve”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“This,” said Mr. Pickwick, looking around him, “this is, indeed, comfort.”
“Our invariable custom,” replied Mr. Wardle.
“Everybody sits down with us on Christmas eve, as you see them now—servants and all; and here we wait till the clock strikes twelve, to usher Christmas in, and wile away the time with forfeits and old stories. Trundle, my boy, rake up the fire.”
Up flew the bright sparks in myriads as the logs were stirred, and the deep red blaze sent forth a rich glow, that penetrated into the furthest corner of the room, and cast its cheerful tint on every face.
“Come,” said Wardle, “a song—a Christmas song.”
Charles Dickens
The Pickwick Papers”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“Our invariable custom,” replied Mr. Wardle.
“Everybody sits down with us on Christmas eve, as you see them now—servants and all; and here we wait till the clock strikes twelve, to usher Christmas in, and wile away the time with forfeits and old stories. Trundle, my boy, rake up the fire.”
Up flew the bright sparks in myriads as the logs were stirred, and the deep red blaze sent forth a rich glow, that penetrated into the furthest corner of the room, and cast its cheerful tint on every face.
“Come,” said Wardle, “a song—a Christmas song.”
Charles Dickens
The Pickwick Papers”
― I'll Be Home for Christmas
“He said that even in our darkest hour, we should always remember to keep our eyes fixed on the brightest star and walk forward in faith. And with God’s love to guide us, we’ll be led on, step by step, to the right place.”
― A Christmas Promise: A Cape Light Novel
― A Christmas Promise: A Cape Light Novel
