Christmas Wishes Quotes

“That wintry night, a child was born, swaddled with light and hay to adorn, through divine intervention, and a woman pure. And Heaven Rejoiced!
He lived as a man to die for His creation, to shed His Blood as an offering and render us clean, to claim us back unto Himself as One in God our Creator, One God in all men, and to all men their God. At this, Heaven cried ' Accomplished'! He resurrected and ascended for which Heaven trumpeted 'Restored'! And now Heaven plans this banquet called 'Many Called-Few Chosen' for the time ripe for Him to come again to sweep His bride off her feet, sealed with His Blood and garment divine, for her to live and reign with Him forever. So this is the Christmas Story, the story of Jesus Divine!”
― Henrietta Newton Martin , Legal Counsel , Author. Greatest of All Romances Your Potters Call.

“The drive from the hospital to this street feels weird. It’s so quick compared to walking,” I murmured absently.
Cash turned his head and stared at the side of my face. “You walked to the hospital?”
“’Course.” I sat back. “It’s not like driving is really an option around these parts.”
“No wonder you were cold. I thought you must have ridden a bike or something.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, turning my head toward him. “Do you really see me on a bike, of any kind?”
“Point taken.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“I knew,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to mine, “when I developed a crush on you.” My eyes flashed open.
“But we drifted apart,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I was scared of how you’d react, that my feelings would complicate things, ruin our friendship. That is why we didn’t hang out much as we got older. We didn’t drift apart. I pushed you away.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“And these don’t feel a little tight?” he murmured against my ear, squeezing me through the material of my underwear. I whimpered and pumped my hips.
“They weren’t,” I panted.
“They feel a little tight,” he insisted.
“Course they’re tight,” I choked. “You’ve got me worked up.”
“And out.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“done this.
“Fay… I-I’m…” I swallowed and bit my lip. Cash wound his arm around my shoulders, and it was all I needed to find the strength, because I knew, no matter what, he’d always be there for me. “I’m gay. Dad kicked me out last night and accidently slammed the door in my face. That’s how I bruised my cheek.” Her eyes flicked from me to Cash and how he was holding me. A new realization dawned across her face. Her lips parted and she slowly raised her hand to her lips. I wondered if she saw the connection between us. Cash was making it perfectly obvious.
She ran forward and pulled me into her arms, her eyes glistening. “Oh Harper, honey, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said awkwardly. “It wasn’t your fault.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Their very special, very very favorite ornament continued to inspire them that Christmas and for all the Christmases that followed.”
― James Barbato, The Magic Christmas Ornament

“During the Christmas season, we introspect and contemplate the innocence within our hearts, creating space for the renewal of Christ's presence in our lives.”
― Ephantus Mwenda Njagi, The Girl From America

“Your room is empty,” he breathed, sliding in beside me. “Everything’s gone.”
“What do you mean, ‘everything’s gone?’”
“Your dad donated your furniture, clothes, bed, everything, to the Salvation Army. But I did manage to find this.” From around the other side of his body, he revealed a little brown plush dog. Its ears were dark brown and a white stripe ran from its forehead down to its paws. Its eyes drooped low, sad and sulky, almost crying as it looked up at you. Mom had given him to me when I was little. I had been begging for a dog for years, but Dad refused. He didn’t think I was responsible enough to look after it.
“I found him sitting on the hall table and remembered what he used to mean to you.”
“Thank you, Cash,” I whispered, glancing at him as tears welled. “Dad sure cleaned me out fast…” A smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth as I attempted to make it a joke, like I didn’t care, but my voice broke.
“Oh, Harper.” Cash’s arms wound around my shoulders and pulled me in close. I rested my head in his shoulder and allowed the tears to flow freely, not just because of what my father had done, but for everything. For everything I’d bottled up in the six years since Mom had fallen sick. I’d held back the tears of fear and sadness, not wanting to upset Mom, then stopped them in the eyes of my father. But now, I could let them go, without fear of judgement, because Cash got me; he understood.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“He disowned me,” I murmured. “Kicked me out and told me to come back when I changed my choice.”
“He seriously used those words? That it was a choice?”
I nodded.
“You can’t change it. Your sexuality is like your DNA. You can’t cut off your finger so it’s no longer there, because it is you. You’re born with it—you just discover it when you mature.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Welcome to apartment life,” Cash breathed.
“I sure know how to make a great first impression,” I muttered, following Cash as he laughed. I didn’t see what was so funny. I’d been yearning for that kiss for months.
“No welcome cookies for you then.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Do you remember how your mom would wrap the presents so well it’d take at least five minutes to find where you could rip the paper?”
I snorted. “Yes, and they were wrapped so much it was like unwrapping a hundred packages from morning ‘til lunch. It was Mom’s way of extending Christmas.”
“I loved that—it always built the excitement. Just when you thought you had it, you had to unroll it. I miss her—she was like a second mother to me.”
― Shaye Evans

“I understand. Just long as you know it wasn’t and isn’t your fault, Harper. It was an illness, one you had no control over. ”
“I think deep down I did, I do, but hearing someone like Dad say it was my fault, it…” I trailed off, shaking my head.
“It made it real.”
“Yeah, exactly.” I nodded absently.
“I’m selfish… It’s easy for me to say all that when—”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Didn’t think I’d find you here,” he murmured.
“You scared me.”
“Sorry. What’d you get?”
I smirked.
“Gingerbread?”
“Mmhm.” I shuffled my feet, smiling. “We’ve got two each.”
― Shaye Evans

“Ah, Cash?”
“Mmm?” he hummed.
“The mesh top is a little small.”
“So? It’s supposed to be.”
“No, I mean small, small—I can’t get it back over my head kind of small,” I said quickly. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
“Hang on.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. Harper?”
“Aw, God, what’d I hit?” I asked, groaning while shifting to sit up. The place spun a little. The cold tiles bit into the seams of my jeans.
“The shopping cart,” Cash replied, humor edging his voice.
“Shit… Feels like a truck, only it hit me.”
“Anything hurt?” Cash bent down into my line of vision.
“My hands.” I turned them over to find them grazed, “and ass. I fell on it.”
“Can you bash yourself up any more?”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“I thought she suspected something last night…” I stared at the paper bag lying in the center of the table and looked back to Cash. “So she doesn’t know about Dad?”
“No—that’s your truth to tell.”
“Great, so she thinks I’m a bad influence on you.”
“There’s a way to fix that, you know.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Have a drink, Coughffles.”
“Stop it with the names!” I laughed and coughed.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“I think you’re supposed to mix it slowly, Casper.”
I laughed and icing sugar caught in my throat.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“He burst out laughing. “You look like a warm shade of Frosty the Snowman! It’s all over your cheeks and nose.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah?” I swiped my finger along the inside of the icing bowl and tapped his nose. “Well you look like Rudolph.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Harper?” Cash murmured after a long moment.
“Hmm?” I turned my head.
“Do you believe in Santa?”
I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”
He adjusted his head to look at me. “Even though he’s something our parents say isn’t real?”
I nodded. “Yeah, definitely. There’s usually some kind of truth behind stories.”
He looked up to the tree then to me. “Think we can see him tonight?”
I laughed and sat up. “Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn’t hurt to try.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“At the beginning of the month I wrote a letter to Santa—I know, childish—but I needed something to hope for, even if it felt silly.”
He smiled and shifted to sit by my side, winding his arm around my wait. “Wishing and hoping is never silly, Harper,” he whispered, nipping my jaw.
I leaned into his hold and twined our fingers. “I had two things on it: you, and to be accepted.” I stared at the black ink marking my letter in my messy handwriting.
He pressed his forehead against my temple. “You were on mine too, only, I didn’t send it to Santa.”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?” Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree.
“No. I didn’t. Why would I? I don’t like banana chip, they’re your favorite.”
“I didn’t eat them, Harper.”
“Sure you didn’t.”
“Prove it then.”
“How?”
― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes

“Love is the greatest gift, we can give to each other.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“My name is JJ and I would like to welcome you to the happiest place in the world, Santa's workshop.”
― James Barbato, The Magic Christmas Ornament

“All I want for Christmas is my belief in Santa returned to me, preferably with URGENT written on it.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Cold wintry night ,was born a child through a woman pure, with divine intervention and a mission to cure, to heal the broken hearted, to bind up their wounds. He lived as man for me to die for me, to shed His Blood as an offering to wash me clean, to claim me back unto Himself as One in God my Creator, and So is He my Jesus Divine, One God in all men. He is ! He was ! and will always be ! At His birth on earth, heaven rejoiced, with His sacrifice heaven said it is accomplished , at His resurrection Heaven shouted 'restored' and He will come again, for which Heaven plans a banquet. And this is the Christmas Story”
― Henrietta Newton Martin-Legal Professional & Author

“Christmas is for a day, its celebration for a season, but the joy of Christ and being part of that Hero of Christmas is eternal. Celebrate Christ this Christmas!”
― Henrietta Newton Martin - Legal Counsel & Author

“Winter is not a season, it's a celebration and Christmas makes it even more beautiful”
― Anamika Mishra, Dreamcatcher

“Christmas is a timeless story of hope, love, and the profound art of selfless giving.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“IF YOU LOVE CHRISTMAS THIS MUCH, JUST MERRY IT!”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch