My parents still treat Christmas like I'm thirteen years old.

The best Christmas present I got from my husband was a week to do whatever I wanted.

My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.

May I share with you my earliest memory of a political row? It was with my mother about the Queen - classic Freudian stuff shrinks would say. I was eight and refusing to watch the Queen's Christmas Day broadcast.

I'm going to take the kids away over Christmas but I don't I've written 14 musicals now I don't want to rush into doing something just for the sake of doing it. I want to do it when I find a story.

My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.

My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.

I was at the vice president's Christmas party. I thought that his speech was spectacular and I knew that it was a very emotional and difficult thing for him to do but I admonished him for not waiting just one more stinking day.

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

Actually my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.

My grandson sees me as Lois on TV every Christmas and that scores me points.

What I'm not saying is that all government spending is bad. It's not - far far from it but there is no free lunch as a former colleague of mine used to say. There is no public tooth fairy. Father Christmas does not work on the Treasury staff this year. You can never bail someone out of trouble without putting someone else into trouble.

I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols the decorations that don't know when to come down.

Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness.

One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.

At Christmas our house is like a Donnie and Marie Christmas Special.

The denominational world tries to pressure its members to focus on the birth of Christ but in doing so layers of guilt are imposed and competition gets complicated as one Christmas program tries to outdo the other.

When I was five my parents bought me a ukulele for Christmas. I quickly learned how to play it with my father's guidance. Thereafter my father regularly taught me all the good old fashioned songs.

It can't be overstated how wonderful it is not to have to audition any more. Any actor will tell you it's like Christmas.

I don't know of too many double Christmas albums so it is something that's new and hopefully will be fun and there's plenty of stuff out there to cut.

There's been a concerted effort to steal Christmas.

I get a little behind during Lent but it comes out even at Christmas.

Every singer eventually gets around to a Christmas disc.

There's something about a Christmas sweater that will always make me laugh.