Santa Quotes
Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.
Anybody who is born in Santa Rosa must turn out to be either an artist or a poet, for the spirit of the hills gets into your blood out there.
You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town
Those North Korean hackers are at it again. Earlier today they leaked Santa's naughty list.
Santa Barbara is my hood. I mean, it's not much of a hood, but it is definitely like my hood. I claim Santa Barbara like I claim my family. I'm going to be married and buried there.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist.
I have a deep attachment to the natural world. It's a major influence on my writing, and as I look out over the wonderful snow-covered Santa Fe hills, I'm grateful for every day that I live here.
Look, at some point, people have to tell their kids that Santa Claus isn't real. I hate to be the guy to do it, but it's just not real.
Whenever you give someone a present or sing a holiday song, you're helping Santa Claus. To me, that's what Christmas is all about. Helping Santa Claus!
Santa Barbara people are conservative-not like in L.A., where everybody wears rhinestones on their glasses to show that they own an airplane factory.
I grew up as a kid being able to attend concerts, go to art museums. Santa Barbara was a rich cultural community, and I had access to everything. I think that shaped me as an artist.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Two Santa Clauses on the corner. How can you tell the Polish one? The one with the Easter basket.
A cynic is just a man who found out when he was ten that there wasn't any Santa Claus, and he's still upset.
I love Christmas! I'm not religious, but I love the trappings of the season. I love the decorations, and the music, and Santa, and the festive food, and the cinnamon- and vanilla-infused aromas.
I live in Santa Barbara. My wife's American, and she lived in England for 11 years and then told me she'd had enough.
My husband is so cheap. On Christmas Eve, he fires one shot and tells the kids Santa committed suicide.
With big folks, either people think you look mean or it's more of a jolly Santa Claus, 'Oh, he's just a pudgy little teddy bear pillow.'
On a busy day twenty-two thousand people come to visit Santa, and I was told that it is an elf's lot to remain merry in the face of torment and adversity. I promised to keep that in mind.
Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.
The only thing wrong with the U.S. economy is the failure of the Republican Party to play Santa Claus.
I live in Santa Fe, New Mexico. And I travel a tremendous amount. I'm in New York and California a lot, but then also I like faraway places a lot.
Harry Potter's like Santa Clause: something you can't see but wish was real so badly that you end up believing in it.
I'm not a big fan of the tchotchkes. It always reminds me of a grandma's stuffy home with a million Santa dolls.
"In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child," says good old Santa Claus; and if he had his way the children would all be beautiful, for all would be happy.
I live a lonely photographic life here in Santa Fe. I do see Eliot Porter occasionally, and Ansel storms through every so often, otherwise I plug along in my old fashioned way.
When Tim Allen made The Santa Clause, I thought that was a delightful film. It took a modern sensibility but layered onto it a kind of sentiment.
The government and its chiefs do not have the powers of the mythical Santa Claus. They cannot spend except by taking out of the pockets of some people for the benefit of others.
I wanted to ask a thousand questions, but there was no one to ask. Besides I knew that people only told lies to children-lies about everything from soup to Santa Claus.
Well, pull up an ice block and lend an ear. Now you know how Santa uses these flying reindeer to pull his sleigh.
One of the things I had a hard time getting used to when I came to California in '78 was Santa Claus in shorts.
Growing up, Santa Claus would cover the presents with a white blanket, so when we'd wake up Christmas morning, we had to wait for my dad to do the big reveal of all the presents Santa brought.
Everyone thinks of God as a man - you can't help it - Santa Claus was a man, therefore God has to be a man.
Here's what we know about Santa. He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good. I think he's with the NSA.
For every little kid who still believes in Santa Claus, there is at least one adult who still believes in professional wrestling.
