"Father Christmas" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... hungry bellies, and the lively movements of our ship, consequent on a rising malevolent sea—I think we managed to enjoy a fair amount of fun, whether it was genuine or not is another point, nor would I like to vouch for its being altogether devoid of irony. "Father Christmas" paid us his customary visit anyway, in his mantle of snow—fancy snow within fifteen degrees of the line!—which merry, rubicund, and very ancient man was ably personated by a gigantic marine, the necessary barrel-like proportions being ...
— In Eastern Seas - The Commission of H.M.S. 'Iron Duke,' flag-ship in China, 1878-83 • J. J. Smith
... well-knowing what she seeks; She breaks the hedge, she enters there: Love's flush illumes her maiden cheeks; She hears Yule's chimes upon the air: She holds aloft that mystic stalk, With white globes decked, to lovers dear; "Now, Father Christmas, wake and walk!" She whispers in the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 101, December 26, 1891 • Various
... was waiting outside when Meg came from the little station. Captain Middleton followed in her train, laden with parcels like a Father Christmas. ...
— Jan and Her Job • L. Allen Harker
... the shining shop-window. There were no sounds of steps or voices in the street; I might have strayed into some new and sunless world. But something had cut the chords of common sense, and I could not feel even surprise except sleepily. Something made me say, "You look ill, Father Christmas." ...
— Tremendous Trifles • G. K. Chesterton
... indicative of those generally inserted in a Christmas cake, which, when cut into slices and distributed, indicated by the presence of the bean the person who should be king; the slice with the pea doing the same for the queen. Neither of these characters speak, but make part of the show to be described by Father Christmas. Jonson's inventive talent was never more conspicuous than in the ...
— Curiosities of Literature, Vol. 3 (of 3) • Isaac D'Israeli
... windows. We shall all catch cold. Can you hear anything? I can hear those people eating. What a draught! Can you hear anything? I can hear the eaters quite plainly now. Here comes Father Christmas. I believe he is going to ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 159, December 29, 1920 • Various
... a sudden at sight of my face, and began to laugh quietly, in a way that made me long to take him by the throat. 'Dear me, dear me! I understand! Association of ideas—Court of Assize, eh? But this is no judicial robe, my friend: it belongs to Father Christmas. Here's his wig now—quite another sort of wig, you perceive—with a holly wreath around it. And here's his beard, beautifully frosted with silver.' He held wig and beard towards the window, and let the moonlight play over them. 'On with ...
— Corporal Sam and Other Stories • A. T. Quiller-Couch
... holding me up at the window of our Wiltshire house, as I looked out from the casement of the nursery upon the up-turned faces of the choristers below and wondered mazily whether they had brought Father Christmas with them. ...
— Leaves from a Field Note-Book • J. H. Morgan |
