I'm like the kid in kindergarten I really do send valentines to everyone.

Everything's coming up roses - for me.

My whole problem is that all of my favorite things at Thanksgiving are the starches and everyone is trying to go low-carb this year even a green vegetable has carbs in it.

I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house we had an enormous feast and then I killed them and took their land.

Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.

I like to go to parties where I know everyone. How are you going to have fun with people you don't know?

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.

I have no way of knowing how people really feel but the vast majority of those I meet couldn't be nicer. Every once in a while someone barks at me. My New Year's resolution is not to bark back.

If you want an interesting party sometime combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.

All of us every single year we're a different person. I don't think we're the same person all our lives.

Do we believe that there is equal economic opportunity out there in the real world right now for each and every one of these groups? If we believed in the tooth fairy if we believed in the Easter Bunny we might well believe that.

To a Christian Easter Sunday means everything when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Every Christmas now for years I have found myself wondering about the point of the celebration. As the holiday has become more ecumenical and secular it has lost much of the magic that I remember so fondly from childhood.

But Tammy Faye calls me and Ron Jeremy calls me Erik Estrada sends me a Christmas card every year.

During the holidays everyone needs a break from studying for exams and Christmas shopping. I wanted to put together a diverse tour that rocks in many musical directions but always points to Christ.

Orphans dead parents lonely children at Christmas morose spoken word recordings everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

It always depresses me when people moan about how commercial Christmas is. I love everything about it. The tradition of having this great big feast slap bang in the middle of winter is an essential thing to look forward to at the end of the year.

Fantastic! Right in the middle of that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break your coats are getting dirty everything's dark dingy - what a great time for a movie!

The unfortunate thing about working for yourself is that you have the worst boss in the world. I work every day of the year except at Christmas when I work a half day.

I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybody's presents - everybody's - so by the time the rest of us got up all the gifts were shredded ribbons off torn open and thrown aside.

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

Every singer eventually gets around to a Christmas disc.

I'm bad on Valentine's Day but even worse on Christmas. I go shopping at nine o'clock on December 24th every year. Nobody else is there. I'm in Toys'R'Us all by myself. I get there five minutes before closing.

I save every Christmas card. I keep them all.

If you pray enough for things I am proof that they can happen. I feel like a kid on Christmas day now every day. It's something I have wanted for a long time and I am as happy as anyone to be here. It is great to be back at my first love.

When you have kids you instantly feel that you do not want to do them wrong. Those dads that go off to Florida and start a new life I couldn't imagine that: seeing my kid once every Christmas every three years. If I'm gone for six days it feels like too much.

I think Christmas is about celebration and come on on the inside everyone wants to dance.

I suppose if you look back to your early childhood you accept everything people tell you and that includes a heavy dose of irrationality - you're told about tooth fairies and Father Christmas and things.

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold everything is softer and more beautiful.