Spreading Holiday Cheer Quotes

It seems there's confusion at this time of year regarding the reason for Christmas. From shopping for presents to spreading good cheer, the world makes an overly huge fuss. But Christmas is not for the gifts we exchange. It's not about sleigh rides or sweet candy canes. Nay, Christmas is simple. A time to recall Christ's gift of atonement He gave to us all.

Manipulative parents have a field day on holidays, spreading guilt as if it were Christmas cheer.

Serge,” said Coleman. “Are we shopping?” “No, I just love coming to the mall at Christmas, digging how stores tap into the whole holiday spirit, especially the bookstores with their special bargain displays.” “Displays?” asked Coleman. “Big ones near the front,” said Serge. “If you want to show someone you put absolutely zero thought into their gift, you buy a giant picture book about steam locomotives, ceramic thimbles, or Scotland.” “But why are we wearing elf suits?” “To spread good cheer.” “What for?” “Because of the War on Christmas.” “Who started the war?” asked Coleman. “Ironically, the very people who coined the term and claim others started the war. They’re upset that people of different faiths, along with the coexistence crowd who respect those faiths, are saying ‘Season’s Greetings’ and ‘Happy Holidays.’ But nobody’s stopping anyone from saying ‘Merry Christmas.’ ” “And they’re still mad?” Serge shrugged. “It’s the new holiness: Tolerance can’t be tolerated. So they hijack the birth of Jesus as a weapon to start quarrels and order people around. Christmas should be about the innocence of children—and adults reverting to children to rediscover their innocence. That’s why we’re in elf suits. We’re taking Christmas back!

Gabe, it’s Christmas Eve! No fucker’s working! Not even me. Go fuck off, relax, enjoy the holidays, and try to spread some Christmas cheer.” “Do I look like a fucking elf?” I snap again, the irritation clear in my voice. “Well, go find some Christmas pussy and fuck that attitude out of ya for all I care. Just get the fuck off the phone. Me and my little angel are making Christmas cookies, aren’t we?” he coos in some pathetic baby voice. “That kid’s made you fucking weak man,” I scoff. “Remember who you’re talking to. I may have not brought you into this world but I’m more than happy to take you out of it. Now f.u.c.k. off, before I kick your a.s.s.,” he spells out because of his granddaughter’s proximity to him.

The only holiday cheer I’m spreading lately is a request for every patient to get the flu shot, so who am I to talk?

I was sneakin' down the stairs on Christmas Eve, Heard a jingle, thought I couldn't believe. There was Santa in my living room, Dancin' with my wife, under the mistletoe bloom. (Chorus) Oh, Santa, Santa, what are you doin' here? Dancin' with my wife, spreading Christmas cheer. Santa, Santa, you better think twice, Before you end up on the naughty list tonight. (Verse 2) He had his red suit on, boots so shiny bright, Twirl'd her 'round the tree, in the twinkling light. I stood there in shock, couldn't believe my eyes, Santa Claus was stealin' my wife, oh what a surprise! (Chorus) Oh, Santa, Santa, what are you doin' here? Dancin' with my wife, spreading Christmas cheer. Santa, Santa, you better think twice, Before you end up on the naughty list tonight. (Bridge) He winked at me and said, "Don't you worry, man, I'm just here to spread joy, it's part of the plan." But I grabbed my phone, took a quick snap, Now Santa's famous for his holiday mishap. (Chorus) Oh, Santa, Santa, what are you doin' here? Dancin' with my wife, spreading Christmas cheer. Santa, Santa, you better think twice, Before you end up on the naughty list tonight. (Outro) So if you see Santa, dancin' with your spouse, Just remember he's spreading joy, all through the house. But keep an eye out, and hold your loved ones tight,

The night constructs lustrous indoctrinations in somnolence or naps, as the snow drifts around many trees at vesper. It is like God's miscellaneous keepsakes that are being shared. People come together in the exchange and felicitation of cheerfulness, fun, and smiles, lovingly subduing their requests; every room is decorated. Someone is going to buy a dress, diamonds, silver, and gold jewelry, along with elegant clothing and various fragrances of perfume; it's time for lots of selfies. The celebration of joy about to mark Santa's arrival at home will be signified by ringing the bell amidst a spread of treats, without any paradox, accompanied by entertainment. "There is noise, cacophony, and the screams of joy in the moonlight, with many balloons, as well as the preparation of pancakes, chocolates, and desserts with a taste for love." It is the day of extravagant holidays of sustainable practice.