We wish all our clients and their families a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and a restful holiday period.
I love the Christmas-tide,
and yet, I notice this, each year I live;
I always like the gifts I get,
But how I love the gifts I give!
Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of getting. It is happiness because we see joy in people. It is forgetting self and finding time for others. It is discarding the meaningless and stressing the true values.
Advice is like snow,
the softer it falls,
the longer it dwells upon,
and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
May the miracle of Christmas
fill your heart with warmth and love.
Christmas is the time of giving and sharing.
It is the time of loving and forgiving
"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph."
"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!"
"There's nothing this Puddin' enjoys more than offering slices of himself to strangers." And if you're a hearty eater, sit yourself down with Bunyip and Bill and Sam, and help yourself to a slice. "Hearty eaters," as Sam says, "are always welcome."
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way.
Oh! What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. Wishing you happiness.
I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
"It's Christmas Eve. It's the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year we are the people that we always hoped we would be".
"And it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!"
It chanced out back at the Christmas time,
When the wheat was ripe and tall,
A stranger rode to the farmer's gate
A sturdy man and a small.
"Rin doon, rin doon, my little son Jack,
And bid the stranger stay;
And we'll have a crack for Auld Lang Syne,
For the morn is Christmas Day."
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.