I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round,
as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time
I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women
seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to
think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers
to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
© Charles Dickens

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions
of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures
of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller,
thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!
© Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers, 1836