98 Quotes About Santa

I do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no God. I equally cannot prove that Satan is a fiction. The Christian god may exist; so may the gods of Olympus, or of ancient Egypt, or of Babylon. But no one of these hypotheses is more probable than any other: they lie outside the region of even probable knowledge, and therefore there is no reason to consider any of them.

And if I said "because I'm a witch," they'd think I was crazy.''That's exactly right,' she confirmed.'Because everybody knows witches aren't real.'She nodded. 'Yes.''Except they really are real.'She continued nodding. 'Mm-hmm.''But you also told me Santa and the tooth fairy were real.''Those were lies,' she said. 'But they're lies every parent tells their children. So they're not really lies so much as a script.''I slept with teeth under my pillow, so it seems like a lie to me.

The problem is not that Santa stops existing but that we do. The children we are no longer exist, a fact we do not help through immersing ourselves in the repeating cycle of wake, work, dinner, internet, sleep.

I loved the [postman]! He always brought me gifts. Granted, I ordered them AND paid for them, but still. It was like the guy was my very own Santa, bringing me whatever I wanted, without a Christmas restriction.

Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she pressed closer. Then her lips parted to his, and there was no mistaking the passion in her response. Wild and sweet… His eyes were closed, but in his mind’s eye he saw the lights of the giant tree, and he knew he’d found a Christmas memory worth keeping.

So I've started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don't need Santa seeing me in my underwear.

He continues to smile expectantly. I take a step back. I don't want to catch whatever he has. He is a disturbing out-of-uniform Santa.

Santa can't die, he punish bad people. Behave well and you won't punished!

I have never tried to walk through a mall in the Christmas season dressed like a jolly old elf. You might as well dress up like a pork chop and walk into an alley full of starving dogs.