Christmas Trees Quotes

“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”
― Maya Angelou

“My woods...the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.”
― Robert Frost, Mountain Interval

“The Christmas trees are brought from Vermont by monosyllabic men in warm clothes; they seem alien, closer to the earth, silently contemptuous, like gypsies. They bring in their trees and stand them up on the pavements, so that swaths of Broadway are suddenly transformed into dark, pine-scented avenues.”
― Deborah Meyler, The Bookstore

“I shuffle over to the tree, sliding beneath it and lying on my back so I can look up through the gnarled branches. It's a kaleidoscope of color and texture: the smooth light bulbs, the prickly pine needles. Ornaments of glass, and silk, and spiky metallic stars. A little wooden drummer Theo gave Ricky nearly twenty years ago. Laminated paper ornaments of our handprints from preschool, handmade ceramic blobs that were supposed to be pigs, or cows, or dogs. Nothing matches; there's no theme. But there is so much love in this tree, so much history.”
― Christina Lauren, In a Holidaze

“Hello, sir. Yes...Uh-huh...Yes...You say that you want to bury your aunt with a Christmas tree in her coffin? Uh-huh...She wanted it that way...I'll see what I can do for you, sir. Oh, you have the measurements of the coffin with you? Very good...We have our coffin-sized Christmas trees right over here, sir.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

“Did you know,” North said, as he hung a feathery blue jay, “that real trees are better for the environment than fake ones? A lot of people think the fake ones are better, because you have to throw out the real ones every year, but real trees produce oxygen and provide wildlife habitats while they grow, and then, when they’re done, they can be ground into mulch to fertilize the earth. While the plastic ones just… rot in landfills. They can take hundreds of years to decompose.”

Marigold waited until he was done with his rant. “Yeah,” she said. “I know.”
― Stephanie Perkins, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories

“I followed the footprints until they stopped in front of a very old mysterious tree - a grandfather tree”
― James Barbato, The Magic Christmas Ornament

“Trimmed Christmas trees are like snowflakes. Even in the same home over the years no two are ever alike.”
― Southern Living Inc., Southern Living Christmas All Through The South: Joyful Memories, Timeless Moments, Enduring Traditions

“Have you noticed my fir?' asked the professor. Jessica emerging from the sparse and anonymous forests of her imaginings, misunderstood him. Fur? Was he speaking of his own body hair? Was he perhaps a werewolf? Or was he drawing attention to some unappreciated mink, ocelot or garment of beaver?

". . . planted it years ago,' he was saying. 'Whipped off the tinsel and the gewgaws, stuck it in the garden and now it's nearly sixty feet tall.'

Ah, though Jessica, reassured - a fir. She could identify Christmas trees.”
― Alice Thomas Ellis, The Inn at the Edge of the World