Noel Christmas Quotes

.My middle name is actually Noel." "So what's your first then?" From her expression, he was almost afraid to ask. Noel bit her bottom lip. "Christmas.

You shouldn’t cut yourself off from your past or limit your future.

suddenly thought about Jackass. She turned her head to look out the window. “There’ll be six inches by morning,” she said absently. He started to laugh. “I’m hoping it won’t take quite that long.

Bring me some condoms when you're done hiding," Noel calls out. "For Holly's Countdown-to-Dickmas Calendar." "It's not…" I protest meekly. "I can't believe Santa brings you anything with that mouth.

In the end, and, if this is, indeed, my end, remember this: Christmas is the story of a Father reaching out to His children. Nothing more. Nothing less.

a fridge magnet. It said, Music teachers do it in G-strings.

Losing the people she loved was her biggest fear. Yet, she knew at times, she pushed them away. She should have been better to Gabby. But she was too caught up in her own grief at the time.

This wasn’t the first fight she’d experienced with Gabby, but it was the biggest. She knew a lot of childhood friendships didn’t survive adulthood. But she couldn’t lose Gabby. She needed her.

Just like our story, the original Christmas tales were stories of searching, not so much for the lost, as for the familiar. Mary and Joseph sought in Bethlehem- the home of their familial ancestry- a place to start their own family; the three kings from the East journeyed beneath the sentinel star to find the King of Kings; and the shepherds sought a child in a place most familiar to them: a manger.

Nothing in my life had prepared me for this.Not one single thing.I feel like a lad rat stuck in some horrible experiment meant to measure how I adapt to brutal forms of social segregation and weirdness.And the sad news is,I'm producing way below average results. I stand to the side of the lunchroom or cafeteria,or whatever they call it.The vegetarian lunch Paloma packed with great love and care tightly clutched in my fist,though I've no clue as to where I'm supposed to go eat it. Having already committed the most heinous crime of all by sitting at the wrong table, I'm not sure I'm up for trying again.I'm still shaken by the way those girls acted-so self-righteous and territorial,so burdened by my presence at the end of their bench. It's the seniors' table, I was told. I have no right to sit there. Ever. And that includes holidays and weekends. "Duly noted," I replied, grabbing my lunch and standing before them. "I'll do my best to steer clear of it on Christmas.Easter as well.Though Valentine's Day is a wild card I just can't commit to." And though it felt good at the time,I've no doubt it was a reckless act that only made things worse.

he started dating girls. Lots of them. Holly, Noel, Faith. His very own Christmas card.

Noel Streatfeild’s White Boots from 1951

Merry Christmas.” “Let’s get married!

Many came but only two blue did appear. Enlaced in a sleigh, all happy the reindeer, Rolled in the snow that covered the house, Reindeer darling of she who's Ana Claus, Yell to the whole world to hear: Christ, the Lord, oh just so near! Holy Saints rejoice and sing, Real life comes for us to bring In tender thoughts and dear salvation, So is the Lord and all His Creation. Tender and sweet as the little things, Mild and soft He who is the King. All in one voice echoeing with no parallel: Save us the Lord, it's Noel, Noel, Noel!

On Christmas Eve, big cone-shaped bonfires that stretched for miles atop the levees would be lit to help Papa Noel, the Cajun version of Santa, find his way through the river parishes to leave presents for all the girls and boys.

Distractedly, she said, “He knew I’ve already done all the cooking, but do you know what he said? ‘Fuck the pudding.’” “Didn’t he know you don’t do sex with festive desserts?

The next day was Christmas Eve. In some countries, Christmas Eve is a bigger celebration than Christmas Day. In Canada, Sweden, and Denmark, families open their presents on Christmas Eve. In Italy, they have the Feast of Seven Fishes, during which they eat a lot of fish. Seven, I'd imagine. The French delight in making Buche de Noel, which is a sponge cake frosted and decorated to look exactly like a log. It's a mystery why a dessert masquerading as the limb of a tree would be delightful and appetizing, but they seem to like it. In Russia, on Christmas Eve, they make Kutya, a gloopy mixture of grains, nuts, seeds and honey that is eaten from a communal bowl as a display of unity and a blatant disregard for hygiene. In China, Christmas Eve is the biggest shopping day of the year and they hand each other apples wrapped in cellophane.

[little tree] - 1894-1962 little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as your mother would, only don’t be afraid look the spangles that sleep all the year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads, put up your little arms and i’ll give them all to you to hold. every finger shall have its ring and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy then when you’re quite dressed you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see and how they’ll stare! oh but you’ll be very proud and my little sister and i will take hands and looking up at our beautiful tree we’ll dance and sing “Noel Noel

Anyone who ever lost someone hates Christmas. Christmas takes your pain and turns it up to eleven. It taunts your loss with every glistening treetops and 'First Noel'. It reminds you that there is no respite, no let-up. Your grief is unrelenting and even if you manage to put it away, like a box of decorations, it will always come back. Reappearing every year, as familiar as Jacob Marley's rotting ghost.

Tonight, we take back what used to be our favorite holiday. Tonight, we rewrite our memory. Tonight … we take back us. “Merry Christmas, Noel.” “Merry Christmas, Roman.

Line up what you know about God with what the Bible says. Outside of that, I don’t think individual decisions are always a specific yes or no from God" Waylon threw his friend a skeptical look. Noel chuckled. "What I mean is I don't believe the decision will bring us outside the will of God. What might is if we don't do the steps of coming to Him first, laying out our desires, and accepting His will as supreme. That's the real issue. If He has a specific direction for us, I believe we'll know.

Doesn't everyone want to find their person, Noel? The one they can tell all their secrets to?

He took the word in his pocket, and the gift in his heart. Then he closed the door. Christmas was starting. (Il prit le mot dans sa poche, et le cadeau dans son cœur. Puis il ferma la porte. Noël commençait.)

Maybe. With my snoring and your screams, Nessie won’t stand a chance.

Also, I was living in the middle of my parents' marriage. No one ever says this about families, and maybe people who aren't only children don't even notice it, but half the time I feel like I'm this extra person watching them have a marriage. They fight, they kiss, they discuss the inlaws, they do projects, they take down the Christmas tree and reminisce about things I don't remember, they fight some more-and it's all this personal stuff that I really have no business witnessing, except I have nowhere else to go because I live here. I'm just trying to eat my dinner and instead I'm in the middle of this grown-up relationship that is complicated and disgustingly mushy and sometimes angry.

There will always be an excuse, Noel. You can’t put your life on pause waiting for the perfect time.

Your day’s coming, Noel. Just you wait. You’re a sweetheart. The right man will realize it and marry you in the blink of an eye.