Christmas Eve Quotes

Every Christmas Eve, the elves will come and give us a new pair of pajamas.

My grandmother was a church organist, but we only went on Easter and Christmas Eve sometimes.

Swedes celebrate Christmas Eve. Every Sunday leading up to Christmas, we light a candle, then make gingerbread and saffron buns.

When we’re in London my family goes to mass on Christmas Eve. The next day Dad cooks the turkey on the barbecue, standing outside in the freezing cold.

On Christmas Eve, it’s my wife and my son and my daughter and I. We’re home, and we open our presents together on Christmas Day, and then after we go visit the rest of the family.

Christmas was always a big holiday in our family. Every Christmas Eve before we’d go to bed, my mom and dad would read to us two or three stories and they would always be ‘The Happy Prince,’ ‘The Gift of the Magi’ and ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,’ and I would like to keep that alive.

Mama, you know, poor baby, she‘d had her family all finished: four daughters and a couple of sons, and suddenly, I arrived in her midlife on Christmas Eve 1922.

We always go to downtown Oklahoma City to look at all the Christmas lights that have been put up… We go to the Christmas Eve service at church, and we always beg my parents to open a present – just one present – on Christmas Eve. We get them to cave.

My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.

On Christmas Eve, we have a duck or roast pork with caramelised potatoes, braised red cabbage and gravy. For dessert, we have ris a l’amande, a rice pudding, and whoever gets the whole almond in it wins an extra present. Then we dance around the tree and sing carols.

Christmas Eve is my wedding anniversary so it is a double whammy.

We have 40 people over for Thanksgiving, 30 people for Easter lunch, 35 people on Christmas Eve. People tend to expect to spend their holidays with us, which is lovely and an expectation I carry with pride.

We always do a white elephant gift exchange on Christmas Eve, but my mom always gets really nice gifts for it. And we hang out in our PJs on Christmas Day.

I worked every day – Christmas Eve, birthdays – trying to become a great basketball player. Everywhere I went, I had a basketball.

According to an ancient Sardinian legend, the bodies of those who are born on Christmas Eve will never dissolve into dust but are preserved until the end of time.

I make a huge batch of cinnamon buns on Christmas Eve and bake them off early Christmas morning.

We always throw a Christmas Eve party, and then we do a whole matching pajama thing.

Indeed, the Royal Family still retain the German custom – introduced by Prince Albert – of opening their presents on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas morning.

The loneliest ebb of my life came on that Christmas eve, only one day after my arrival in New York. The abyss of loneliness. I ate a solitary dinner in a small cafe, and the very food tasted bitter with my unshed tears. One doesn’t dare cry in America. It is unmanly here.

When I was a kid, we would get McDonalds on Christmas Eve, and that was a big deal because the closest one to the south side of Chicago was a 35 minute drive away. I remember opening the bag and smelling those fries, and even now when I smell them, it reminds me of Christmas Eve.

One Christmas Eve I was made to eat a thing the person who cooked it called ‘caram-egg’ – which was basically uncooked egg in the shape of a cowpat with the tiniest hint of caramel.

He put a ring in the toe of a stocking. On Christmas Eve, we opened our stockings and it was there at the bottom of the toe. Then he got down on his knees and he was shaking.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother’s hand making sure I was settled in bed.

I grew up in Beijing and Beijing roast duck is my favorite. My mom makes it every year for Christmas Eve. How crispy the skin is is how good a duck restaurant is.

Opening presents at midnight on Christmas Eve – midnight! As soon as it turns to Christmas Day, we’re opening those gifts.

I beg people not to accept the seasonal ritual of well-timed charity on Christmas Eve. It’s blasphemy.

I love ‘O Holy Night.’ On Christmas Eve, there’s a service at the church where I grew up, and at midnight, we would always sing, ‘O Holy Night’ with candles.

I built my church on Easter services, Christmas Eve services, and Norman Vincent Peale.

It’s quite a famous story that takes place on Christmas Eve, and the Germans, French, and Scottish are trying to make peace one night and they bury their dead and they play football. I play a German opera singer, in German, which I never have so I am really excited about that.

My problem with present buying is usually lack of time. Not because I’m super-busy, I’m just super-lazy. I leave everything to the last minute and end up running up and down the high street on Christmas Eve like a crazed baboon.