Christmas Decorations Quotes

“I knew it was cold, but singing familiar Christmas songs and the fellowship warmed me through and through—until we stopped in front of a bank and saw the temperature on its marquee: six degrees below zero!”
― Larada Horner-Miller, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir

“Something about Christmas decorations inspired delinquency.”
― Rafael Yglesias, The Wisdom of Perversity

“All my hard work had come to fruition that day: the new fireplace housed a might Yule log that warmed the room, casting reflections across the crystal and silver. I admired the forest green of the brocaded furniture, and the holly gathered in red ribbons hung about the walls. I decided that whatever temper Michael might be in, I would not let him spoil our first Christmas.
The new damask cloth was spread with a fine repast: Peg's own Yule cakes looked even daintier than those I had already sampled. A great wheel of cheese had pride of place, beside magnificent pies of game and fruit. On a great round platter was a salamagundy salad as fresh as a bouquet of flowers; concentric rings of every delight: eggs, chicken, ham, beetroot, anchovies, and orange.”
― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade

“Advent Season by Stewart Stafford

A house bedecked in verdant wonderment,
With lights that mirror the starry firmament,
Where the Christmas Star did once shine,
To guide worshippers to the Divine.

The wreath on the door is a welcome portal,
For any passing cheerful mortal,
Wishing to enjoy warm company,
And mountains of gravy-drowned turkey.

Nostrils fill with cooking scents,
That waft through the house with excitement
A feast to consume on the 25th,
After the Man in Red has paid a visit.

Children orchestrate great noise,
And sit and play with gifted toys,
While adults watch and reminisce,
On childhoods past and favourite gifts.

The Wheel of Time turns,
Festivities End,
And the year itself begins again.

In Time's juvenile crawl,
Or adult speed,
Life zips forward, and history repeats.

© Stewart Stafford, 2020. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“But when I reached Xocolatl, my heart beating ferociously, I found the display window brightly lit, with fairy lights on the window-ledge and along the shelves of chocolates. Cellophane-wrapped and gleaming like a pirate's buried treasure, they seemed to glow with a precious light, those gilded piles of mendiants, and truffles, rose creams and santons de Margot, while above them rose the centerpiece; a statuette of the Bonne Mère, much larger than the ones in the shop, one hand raised in benediction, the other holding the infant Christ, and robed in darkest chocolate. And all around the dishes and jars were origami animals; little angular butterflies and cranes and fish and rabbits in multicolored paper. I detected the hand of Grandmother Li: imagined those clever old hands at work, folding the pretty papers.”
― Joanne Harris, Vianne