Words matter. These are the best Santa Quotes from famous people such as Scott Borchetta, Tom Brokaw, Art Alexakis, Cobie Smulders, Sara Davies, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I attended College of the Canyons in Santa Clarita, Calif., for a year, but college wasn’t for me. I was curious about life beyond Los Angeles.
Sometime in the early Seventies, gender-free toys were briefly a popular idea. So at Christmas on the California beach in 1972, we downplayed the dolls with frilly dresses and loaded up Santa’s sack with toy trucks and earth movers for our three daughters.
As a songwriter, I do kind of look at ‘Santa Monica’ as a thing outside of itself, because it isn’t just my song. This is a song a lot of people tell me is a part of their high school or college years. That means a lot to me.
I wanted to be a marine biologist my whole life until I graduated high school. And even now, I’m still like, ‘Maybe I’ll just quit the biz and go to Santa Cruz and study marine biology and have my own research center in the Bahamas.’ Yeah, I’m sure it would be just that smooth.
When we opened our office in Santa Ana, California, in 2016, I could not have envisioned this level of growth, although I always knew our products would be well received by customers in North America.
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.
Years ago, when my attempts at a writing career came to a complete stand-still, I applied to the Los Angeles Police Department. This might seem odd for a liberal woman who once went to UC Santa Cruz, but I’ve always had a powerful fascination with crime and serious interest in finding different ways to contend with it.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.
My father managed shopping malls when I was a kid, and my high school job was to dress up in an elf costume and take photos of kids sitting on Santa Claus’s lap.
Santa was a fake.
If we talk about the environment, for example, we have to talk about environmental racism – about the fact that kids in South Central Los Angeles have a third of the lung capacity of kids in Santa Monica.
When I was 21 years old, I had a job playing Santa Claus in a shopping centre in Sacramento. I was rail thin, so it’s not like I was a traditional Santa Claus even then. I had a square stomach; that was the shape of the sofa cushion that I had stuffed into my pants.
I think we have to believe in things we don’t see. That’s really important for all of us, whether it’s your religion or Santa Claus, or whatever. That’s pretty much what it’s about.
Everybody has the idea of Santa in their head and in their heart.
I was fairly young when we moved to Santa Fe, but it wasn’t long after that I started to figure out who I was, and that entire process took place in this city.
I loved being a troublemaker. At Santa Monica High, I would smoke on campus, go barefoot, anything.
When Arnold Schwarzenegger vetoed the same-sex marriage bill, my blood was boiling. I had been silent, but that night, Brad and I watched the news and saw all these young people pouring out on Santa Monica Boulevard venting their rage, and I said, ‘I have to speak out.’
Children in my family really look forward to Christmas presents and I enjoy becoming their Santa, eating chocolates, playing and spending some time with them. I also meet up with some of my close friends to have good food. That’s all about Christmas for me.
Work takes me away from my wife, Sue, and my life in Santa Barbara.
The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.
Once I discovered the theater at Santa Clara and once I got into the theater program, I never got into specific criminal justice studies.
I did a Christmas movie where I played Mrs. Claus because my children’s favorite movie of all time was a Christmas movie that my father did in which he played Santa, and I was like, ‘How often do they make a movie about Mrs. Claus?’ and, ‘My kids will love this.’
The only school that let me in was U.C. Santa Cruz, which is where I went. They didn’t have a journalism program, so I took sociology, which is the closest thing to journalism.
I worked for a breakfast catering company on commercial shoots, which meant getting up at 3 or 4 A.M. and loading up your car with a bunch of food and driving out to some set in Santa Clarita and making breakfast for a bunch of people.
David S. Pumpkins could be Halloween’s Santa!
I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.
We conclude that, simultaneously with the organization of the colleges, there should be at Santa Cruz an organization by disciplines, whose units would have a voice in appointments and promotions, in course of programs, and in the allocation of funds for research.
When I was 11 years old, my parents wanted me to do something besides get in trouble. So they enrolled me in sailing classes at the Sea Shell Association in Santa Barbara, Calif. From the moment I climbed into that 8-foot dinghy in 1952, I knew instinctively what to do and sensed I had done it before.
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it’s populated by Spanish broom – this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
We were wised up early to not celebrating our birthdays and that there was no Santa Claus and no magic.
I’m an avid mountain biker – complete bike nut is probably more accurate. I’ve even bought a house in the Santa Monica Mountains.
I was one of the wildest Santa Clauses they ever had.
Well I teach in the History of Consciousness Department at the University of California, Santa Cruz. So that’s my primary work. I lecture on various campuses and in various communities across the country and other parts of the world.
I grew up right in Santa Cruz, right across the bay from Monterey. I would go to Monterey all the time.
I don’t really care what people tell children – when you believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, one more fib won’t hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion, posited in some touchy-feely quarters, that all women are, or can be, beautiful.
You read the stories about horses being starved at Santa Anita, but a horse can’t starve at Santa Anita! I mean, there’s just bags of carrots all over the place; food is everywhere. They don’t starve any horses!
I studied at UC Santa Cruz before going on to do a grad program at UCLA. Santa Cruz was like an awesome hippie summer camp. I got to take a vacation from reality and hang out on beaches and in forests.
The Grateful Dead were very kind. It was Santa Claus. It did good things. It allowed other people to benefit. The benefits that we played were enormous, and we played free. So you’ve got a band that loves to play free, and that was a wonderful thing.
Barcelona is very similar to Santa Monica.
I’ve always said that I don’t believe in Santa Claus, but I could make a great movie about him if I set my mind to it.
I think you’re kind of seeing the real me as far as seeing what I post on social media, because I am very much into cooking, and my dogs, and obviously my son, and my lifestyle in Santa Cruz is very laid-back.
Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.
The worst gift I have ever gotten on Christmas is going to see Tim Allen in ‘The Santa Clause.’
Santa Claus has the right idea – visit people only once a year.
My freshman year in college, I got a job working security. This was a high-tech building in Santa Clara, engineers coming in and out all the time.
Christmas is a really special day since I support the initiative ‘Helping Hands’ and I celebrate Christmas with the kids there. I take them to a place they would enjoy, like a hotel or fun zone and spend time with them as we play together and I become Santa for them.
I’m not looking for anything more than any other guy. I like a good smile. Pretty eyes. She has to be active, like not play-sports active, but she’ll play air hockey, do some pool, go for rides on the Santa Monica Pier. I would much rather have fun with her than do the cool thing.
One of my first bartending gigs was on Santa Monica Boulevard at Doug Weston’s Troubadour, a very famous live music venue.
Not everyone in Santa Monica is a well-heeled, juice-cleansing, Prius-driving yogini, but for better or worse, that is the city’s dominant chord.
I went off to the University of California, Santa Barbara, on a boatload of loans, sights set on becoming a doctor or a lawyer.
I’m from Santa Monica, which was an awesome place to grow up. You’re very spoiled being from California. When it’s below 70, you complain. When it rains, you talk about it.
I’m going to North Pole to help out Santa this year.
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.
I love Santa Barbara and have always dreamed of someday having enough money to have a spot up there.
Once you become an actor, it’s important to take care of yourself. I live in Santa Monica, where I can mountain bike, hike and go running on the beach. I like a nice sunset jog.
For Secret Santa a few years ago, I bought one of the lads I used to play with a block of cheese.
As children, we have vivid imaginations. We stay up late waiting for Santa Claus, dream of becoming president, and have ideas that defy physics. Then something happens. As we grow older, we start editing our imagination.
We filmed ‘Expelled’ in Santa Clarita at an all-girl’s school. There were twelve hour days.
When I went to the University of California, Santa Barbara, in 2002, I decided I wanted to leave my car at home and create an experiment with my own life. I’d only be able to find creative solutions to transportation if I felt the pain of trying to get to downtown at 10 o’clock at night.
I crossed paths with a horse that happened to change my life. That horse is Game On Dude, and what a horse! He’s a soldier. Together we traveled the world. We won the Santa Anita Big Cap, Goodwood, almost won the Breeder’s Cup Classic; we won the San Antonio, Hollywood Gold Cup and the Californian.
I was born in Orange County – in Santa Ana. My dad is from California. I was raised on the East Coast. My first two years were in California, but I claim East Coast. I’m sorry, I don’t rep California.
I was born in Santa Monica but brought up abroad so I don’t use English much.
When I work in San Francisco doing stand-up, I usually schedule it for July, and we’ll drive up the coast and camp in Santa Barbara, San Luis Obispo, Big Sur, and we’ll just camp our way up the coast, and then we’ll get to San Francisco and hang out there for four days.
I was doing a tour of the ‘Batman’ live stage production, and I challenged the cast to join me to run. One time, we were running in Switzerland just before Christmas, and it was heavy snow. Another time, we were running down the Seine in Paris on Christmas Day, and we all had Santa hats on.
I don’t trust Santa Barbara as far as I can spit. I am afraid that if I went back there, it’s possible that I could be run through their system, their judicial system, and wind up in some county jail where I could be killed and I’m not gonna take that chance.
In the States a lot of Hispanic and black audiences are gravitating towards ‘Peaky Blinders.’ A mate of went into a bar in Santa Monica and sent me a photo of four blokes dressed as Peakies – they meet every week for a ‘Peaky Blinders’ evening.
You can’t trick The Universe – it’s like Santa Claus that way.
We celebrated Christmas. Not religiously, but we did the tree and the lights. Hannukah always seemed not quite as thrilling – Sorry to my Jewish brothers and sisters! But when you’re a kid, Santa and all that, you know, that really trumps the menorah. So we did Christmas.
From earliest childhood, I have rejoiced over the Santa Ana winds. I know those winds the way the Eskimos know their snows.
I love big shrimp, like Japanese botan shrimp and the meaty ones from Santa Barbara, Calif. In classic Japanese cooking, shrimp like these would be dropped into a broth or boiled as served with sushi. But I think boiling dilutes their great flavor, and they are better when stir-fried.
I put on weight like Santa Claus. I just get this belly that kind of extends out.
When I was a kid, I believed in Santa Claus. But it was very tough because in the Dominican… there are not a lot of rich people there.
In March 2005, I was appointed to the board of the Santa Barbara metro transit district. I was incredibly optimistic about how public transportation can be the solution to help people live in the city and not need a car.
My dad put me in a theater group camp at Santa Monica Playhouse when I was, like, six, and then I started to realize I really liked it when I was 11 or 12; it was nice to just escape.
Christmas brings us great music: Everything from Handel’s ‘Messiah’ to ‘White Christmas,’ to ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.’
‘The Santa Claus’ with Tim Allen, I watch it in July. I think he’s so funny.
I lived in a little shack in Santa Monica, and I was working on ‘The O.C.’ and when it started airing, I took my laundry down to the laundromat like I always had, and so many people along the two blocks I walked and in the laundromat stopped me and asked me for photographs.
I was about thirteen when I started thinking about the stock market. My dad helped me a little bit. I’d see it in the ‘Santa Barbara News-Press.’ These prices would change every day – what was that all about?
My dad founded the ‘Rancho Santa Fe Times’ and won a lot of journalism awards.
The first sort of big present I remember getting from Santa Claus was quite a small telescope that I remember going into our backyard with my parents and figuring out how to assemble, and staring at the night sky, just for hours, with both of my parents.
When I was 17, I grew from being something like 5’2” to 6 foot – I grew a lot – and I don’t remember growing… I feel like the same thing is true of writing. You’re waiting for Santa Claus to come down the chimney, but you just fall asleep at some point, and then the magic happens.
When I was in college, I wanted to be editor of ‘Reason’ when I grew up. It was an impractical ambition, especially since the magazine was located in Santa Barbara, way off any journalist’s normal career path.
Most of the holiday movies I enjoy, like ‘It’s a Wonderful Life,’ don’t really involve Santa.
Meeting the real Santa? Another first I’ll never forget.
I remember being banned from other houses as a younger child during the winter holiday season; I was the only one who didn’t believe in Santa Claus, and I was ruining everyone’s Christmas.
I enjoyed biology in high school, and that brought me to a research lab at U.C. Santa Barbara. I loved doing experiments, and I had fun with them. I realized this kind of problem-solving fit my intellectual style.
I’m a Santa Ana boy from 1940 to all my life. And Santa Ana was different only in the fact that Orange County was just small. Hell, I used to ride my motorcycle through the orange groves, and now it’s tracts of homes.
I was born in L.A. In Santa Monica, actually.
I remember arguing with kids on the street who were talking about Santa Claus. I said don’t be so daft – Santa Claus doesn’t come down our chimney. He’s an economic Santa Claus; he goes down chimneys where they’ve got money.
Santa Barbara’s gorgeous. It’s just a perfect little getaway.
I did some bad stuff. I don’t remember what in particular, but I did some bad stuff. So the morning of Christmas, I wake up and my brother is there, my sister, my mom, everyone’s got gifts and I can’t find my gifts. No gifts. They acted like Santa didn’t’ bring me anything because I wasn’t good.
I certainly think it’s ironic that beach volleyball was first played in the 1930s in Santa Monica and tournaments of a high caliber have been happening in this country since the 1940s, and the FIVB, for many years, has ignored beach volleyball.
Growing up in northern California has had a big influence on my love and respect for the outdoors. When I lived in Oakland, we would think nothing of driving to Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz one day and then driving to the foothills of the Sierras the next day.
My background is in biology. Before getting into the family business, I worked at the Predatory Bird Research Group at the University of California at Santa Cruz, fundraising for them.
I wore a Santa hat for a whole year in high school.
Against expectations I was charmed by Gehry’s Edgemar development, which housed the Santa Monica Museum of Art, and positively awed by the Bilbao Guggenheim. That Gehry is a great artist I have no doubt, but talent and determination are no warrant against confusion, nor are they a guaranty to produce great art.
I just discovered the Santa Monica flea market, every Sunday. I go weekly. There’s a lot of interesting things there.
My mom has this ugly Santa ornament, and one year, I took it off the tree and clipped it to her pillow. We’ve been trading it back and forth ever since – 16 years now. I wore it to the Golden Globes and even put it in her bird feeder. As the birds eat, it’s slowly revealed.
Santa Cruz is blessed not only with natural wonders, but also with gifted souls who can fashion nature’s bounty into man-made treasures.
Surprisingly, the Eisenhower Memorial design contains almost none of the known Gehry-box of tricks. His giant etched chain-link curtain, first applied in 1979 to hide an ungracious parking garage at Santa Monica Place, is resurrected for Eisenhower to screen the equally graceless facade of the Department of Education.
Ray Bradbury has a vacation house in Palm Springs, California, in the desert at the base of the Santa Rosa mountains. It’s a Rat Pack-era affair, with a chrome-and-turquoise kitchen and a small swimming pool in back.
I just talked to a young lady, a freshman at Santa Barbara. She’s taking a course, and Moneyball’s one of the required readings. This young lady could dream of one day becoming a general manager.
I’m from Santa Cruz in Northern California, and the 49ers were my dad and I’s bonding time.
I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
I owe my discovery of the Hot Club of Cowtown to Kinky Friedman, leader of the Texas Jewboys. When I saw that Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys were headlining the 2003 Santa Clarita Cowboy Poetry and Music Festival, I thought it my duty to check out the band that had inspired the Texas Jewboys.
For the past two years, President Obama has promised our children the moon, stars, rainbows, unicorns and universal health care for all. But the White House Santa’s cradle-to-grave entitlement mandates are a spectacularly predictable bust.
I split my time between Santa Barbara and Aspen. I live on a pretty fast horse.
I live in a cabin in Santa Cruz.
We really love decorating the Christmas tree around Christmas and have our little fun by playing Secret Santa.
Texas, to be respected, must be polite. Santa Anna, living, can be of incalculable benefit to Texas; Santa Anna, dead, would just be another dead Mexican.
I got a New York designer to build my dream store here, which is a little bit of Florence in New York. It’s like the Duomo on Madison. I got inspired by Santa Maria Novella and all the Renaissance architecture.
My own zigzag path through life led me back to Santa Cruz in the early Eighties, and I have revisited regularly since. The place hasn’t changed: head in the clouds, backside on the hills and feet in the ocean – one of the most decent and beautiful places on earth.
Because of these layaway angels, many children did not have to wonder why Santa skipped them in 2011.
I work with a place in Santa Monica called Phase IV. My doctor recommended them to me when I started losing weight. They help people train for things like triathlons or biking and running races. They offer physical therapists, testing, lectures.
I was born and raised in Santa Cruz, California, and the whole lifestyle revolves around the beach. My parents met surfing, and the beach was a major part of our daily lives.
I’m concerned about my daughter because she will not believe in Santa Claus. No matter what I say to her, she just doesn’t buy it, and she’s 2. I refuse to give it up. I say, ‘There is a Santa Claus,’ and she says, ‘Okay, Mommy. In pretend world, right?’ She really doesn’t believe.
George Martin looks like Santa Claus, but he’s got a wonderfully disturbed mind.
‘Santa Sangre’ is the picture I love the best, myself, because ‘El Topo’ and ‘The Holy Mountain’ I made with my head, and ‘Santa Sangre’ I made with my feelings, with my heart. It’s an emotional picture. And it’s more real for me, that picture.
I have to at least get a couple weekends in where I can just be on Santa Monica beach or Malibu and just ride the waves.
Anybody that doesn’t like Netflix, that’s like saying you hate Santa Claus.