Words matter. These are the best Santa Claus Quotes from famous people such as Jim Cantalupo, Tom Hanks, Stephen Glover, Julia Sweeney, The Notorious B.I.G., and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Ronald has had bicycle safety and safety in the home. Yes, Ronald is McDonald’s, second most recognised figure after Santa Claus, and there’s an element of obviously benefiting your business.
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.
We were wised up early to not celebrating our birthdays and that there was no Santa Claus and no magic.
Our family was too strange and weird for even Santa Claus to come visit… Santa, who was jolly – but, let’s face it, he was also very judgmental.
Our family was too strange and weird for even Santa Claus to come visit… Santa, who was jolly – but, let’s face it, he was also very judgmental.
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.’
Ronald has had bicycle safety and safety in the home. Yes, Ronald is McDonald’s, second most recognised figure after Santa Claus, and there’s an element of obviously benefiting your business.
For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen – skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.
The idea of God as a fatherly figure who looks down on us and worries about how we’re doing or takes sides when we have fights – it’s more irritating than Santa Claus. The world and the universe are far more wonderful if there’s not a puppet master.
No matter what, I always make it home for Christmas. I love to go to my Tennessee Mountain Home and invite all of my nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids and do what we all like to do – eat, laugh, trade presents and just enjoy each other… and sometimes I even dress up like Santa Claus!
My dad was a slightly stricter version of Richard Dawkins. The worldview was that there are idiots out there who believe in Santa Claus and fairies and magic and elves, and we’re not joining that nonsense.
I decided to grow my hair out during college, and it’s kind of stuck ever since. Even when I thought about cutting it or trimming it, common sense kicks in, and I don’t think the fans would recognize me; people wouldn’t know who I am. It would almost be like Santa Claus losing his powers.
Santa Claus has the right idea – visit people only once a year.
Obama’s gonna play Santa Claus with the minimum wage. He’s got no successes to brag about. He cannot talk about a robust job market. In fact, the very fact he’s talking about the minimum wage is evidence there is no robust job market.
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.
My wife and I got to go onstage at a Flaming Lips concert at Webster Hall once. We dressed up like Scientology aliens and danced around. We had a shootout onstage with Santa Claus.
If you go to a restaurant with Tom Cruise, it’s like walking in with Santa Claus. Everybody is in a better mood because he’s there.
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.
Democracy is only a dream: it should be put in the same category as Arcadia, Santa Claus, and Heaven.
I was once part of a Christmas cabaret. I sang ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.’ I tap-danced. I had a ten-gallon hat. It was quite absurd.
Everyone thinks of God as a man – you can’t help it – Santa Claus was a man, therefore God has to be a man.
Most Americans have probably heard the song ‘Santa Claus Is Coming to Town’ about a billion times in the supermarket alone.
History is like Santa Claus: a language construction. We have some registers about the existence of Santa and history – the presents under the tree, the archives – but none have really seen them.
When I was a child, I always went to my grandmother’s house in Nuremberg for Christmas. My uncle would leave the room, saying he needed the toilet, and then he would reappear dressed as Santa Claus. I was really scared – I’d have to go and hide behind an armchair.
I grew up believing in Santa Claus, and we still treat our house at Christmas with a huge reverence for that belief – even though our children are 19 through 23.
I have memories of the time when I was younger and when I believed in Santa Claus, which was the best part of Christmas. Back then, I wrote to Santa every year, hoping that my mom would post the letter with a stamp to the North Pole!
The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.
You can’t trick The Universe – it’s like Santa Claus that way.
One of the things I had a hard time getting used to when I came to California in ’78 was Santa Claus in shorts.
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.’
I was probably nine or ten the first time I heard there was no Santa Claus.
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.
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.
No matter what, I always make it home for Christmas. I love to go to my Tennessee Mountain Home and invite all of my nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids and do what we all like to do – eat, laugh, trade presents and just enjoy each other… and sometimes I even dress up like Santa Claus!
Everyone thinks of God as a man – you can’t help it – Santa Claus was a man, therefore God has to be a man.
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.
We have domesticated God’s transcendence. We often learn about God at about the same time as we are learning about Santa Claus; but our ideas about Santa Claus change, mature and become more nuanced, whereas our ideas of God can remain at a rather infantile level.
I put on weight like Santa Claus. I just get this belly that kind of extends out.
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 actually share her view and understand her frustration when any government attempts to ban secular symbols like Santa Claus or Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer or Christmas lights.
I was probably nine or ten the first time I heard there was no Santa Claus.
For me growing up, Christmas time was always the most fantastic, exciting time of year, and you’d stay up until three in the morning. You’d hear the parents wrapping in the other room but you knew that also, maybe, they were in collusion with Santa Claus.
The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.
I have more faith in Santa Claus now than I do an exec.
Nobody shoots at Santa Claus.
For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen – skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.
I never heard the Gospel until I was 18 years old. Jesus Christ… the name was synonymous to me as the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus.
I decided to grow my hair out during college, and it’s kind of stuck ever since. Even when I thought about cutting it or trimming it, common sense kicks in, and I don’t think the fans would recognize me; people wouldn’t know who I am. It would almost be like Santa Claus losing his powers.
I actually share her view and understand her frustration when any government attempts to ban secular symbols like Santa Claus or Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer or Christmas lights.
Anybody that doesn’t like Netflix, that’s like saying you hate Santa Claus.
For the most part, people use God as Santa Claus.
As Michael Scheuer, who ran the C.I.A.’s bin Laden unit until 1999, has pointed out, if bin Laden believed in Christmas, the Iraq war would be his perfect present from Santa Claus. The 9/11 attacks and the subsequent war in Afghanistan severely damaged bin Laden’s organization.
One of the things I had a hard time getting used to when I came to California in ’78 was Santa Claus in shorts.
We have domesticated God’s transcendence. We often learn about God at about the same time as we are learning about Santa Claus; but our ideas about Santa Claus change, mature and become more nuanced, whereas our ideas of God can remain at a rather infantile level.
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