December Quotes

It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, tho...

There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmospher...

The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft...

It was a pretty sight, and a seasonable one, that met their eyes when they flung the door open. In t...