Quotes about Christmas Eve

What Eve is like the Christmas Eve?…
      In any land,
      A day so grand—
So pure as Christmas Day.
~Louis Charles, “Christmas Eve, Ten Years Ago,” 1878

Christmas Eve and tomorrow I’ll get my gifts, everything that heart could wish. ~Margaret Dean Stevens, “The Madonna of the Purple Dots,” 1907 [pseudonym of Bess Streeter Aldrich –tg]

Dwelling-houses and shops were ornamented with branches of laurel and wreaths of holly. There are in abundance meats and vegetables and fruits of all kinds, pastry and confectionery, colored and shaped in so many ways that it would be impossible to describe them. I see passing before me on the panorama all the kind souls that on Christmas Eve are busying themselves to find out the many whose limited means will not allow them to distinguish the morrow from other days. ~I. B. Torricelli, “Christmas in Italy,” c.1870 [a little altered –tg]

The bleak night wind is blowing shrill,
And hissing low
Above the snow,
The night is almost past;
The busy streets are hushed and still,
From all around,
No single sound—
’T is Christmas Eve at last!
~Louis Charles, “Christmas Eve, Ten Years Ago,” 1878

Christmas-eve dawned upon a heavy fall of snow. There were two tiny baskets of holly berries. They put a sprig of wax-flowers and strawberry balls in the holly wreath, and then went off to the belfry where all the singers were assembled. The grand old peal rang out full and strong on the midnight air, and the tower rocked and quivered to the swing of the bells, and the first hour of Christ’s own day began. ~Anonymous, “What the Angels Saw on Christmas-Eve,” 1881 [a little altered –tg]

It is the blessed Christmas-tide, the eve of the holy Christmas Day. The snow-flakes are falling softly and silently, as do the blessings of the season, on all who greet it with hearts pure, loving, and true…. It is spreading a winding sheet over the plains, loading down the fir-boughs in the forests, and lies in heaps upon the thatch of the woodcutter’s cottage, whitening the monastery, its walls and eaves, putting snowy crowns on the castle’s ancient towers, frosting the cities, incrusting spire and chimney, building and town. The whole world seems enveloped in the storm this Christmas eve. ~Annie I. Willis, “Welcome to Christmas,” c.1876

At midnight’s hour the solemn sound,
      The moaning swell
Hark, to the sound of that mystic bell,
Steals o’er my heart like a magic spell!
Tolls this bell upon my ear
      A cloud of frosty light
      So soft and clear,
This long December night—
      A chant of praise,
      For peaceful days.
Christmas Eve, watching the fire,
This dreary night, with visions bright;
Cheerful faces gladden my Christmas Eve
Upon a ghostly Winter’s night.
~Louis Charles, “Christmas Eve, Ten Years Ago,” 1878 [Abridged, intense sadness purged. Forgive me, please, dear Mr Charles, I transformed your beautiful but mournful poem to cheer. –tg]

Ghosts never appear on Christmas Eve. ~English proverb [Dickens begs to differ. –tg]

I’ll just help you get the tired little folks off to bed, and then we’ll go out and do our bit of Christmas Eve marketing. ~Nelsie Brook, “George Ranford’s Happy Christmas Eve,” 1874 [Guess they were last-minute shoppers even back in the day! Wording a little altered. Pseudonym of Ellen Edith Alice McGregor Stalker Ross (c.1816–1892). –tg]