Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent, O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting, and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise.

Santa Claus has the right idea - visit people only once a year.

I love Christmas, not just because of the presents but because of all the decorations and lights and the warmth of the season.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

Christmas is, of course, the time to be home - in heart as well as body.