The wildest hope of a healthy person is to get back to his first Christmas party and be shy enough to be happy.
Evelyn Waugh: 'Yes, I was determined to have a happy Christmas'
'I think so. I don't remember it much, and that's always a good sign, isn't it?'
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth.
‘He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy, He the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute.’