Quotes & Sayings About Secret Santa

She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland. — Fern Michaels

Losing your virginity is a lot like when you find out that Santa doesn't exist ... First you're slightly disappointed, and then you're happy because you're in on the secret — Ben Mitchell

The gift from my Secret Santa wasn't anything special. That makes me sad. I bet you anything that Mary Elizabeth is my Secret Santa because only she would give me socks. — Stephen Chbosky

Oh, and you must not forget the Kris Kringle. The child must believe in him until she reaches the age of six."
" I KNOW there is not Santa Claus."
"Yet you must teach the child that these things are so."
"Why? When I, myself, do not believe?"
"Because ... the child must have a valuable things which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which [to] live things that never were. It is necessary that she BELIEVE. She must start out believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. — Betty Smith

It was that magical time of year, a time to enjoy and cherish those whom she loved so dearly. — Fern Michaels

I have always tried to use humor to "help ever" and "hurt never," for I find that to laugh is like swallowing a secret that Santa Claus farted. — David Cross

Can you imagine getting a gun for a secret Santa? That is especially not a good idea if you work in a post office. — Chelsea Handler

Alexander Knight, Secret Santa is Black Velvet..." I chuckle, "Don't forget the Dark Prince." "I don't even know where to begin". "Don't worry, Princess I'll take it from here. — Kaye P. Hallows

Tim collected his gifts within the metal hoop and then pestered Santa for more, investigating pockets, sticking his hands into straw, lifting the sides of the red coat until he contacted a Smith and
Wesson revolver. The boy snatched his hand back as if it were burnt and scowled at the man in the red suit. "You're not Santa Claus; you're Daddy."

Charley called across the room, "He's one of Santa's helpers!"

Jesse sat low in the chair with his boots kicked out, drew off the soft red cap by its cotton ball, then reached out and snuggled Tim close to his chest. He said, "Let me tell you a secret, son: there's always a mean old wolf in Grandma's bed, and a worm inside the apple. There's always a daddy inside the Santa suit. It's a world of trickery. — Ron Hansen

She stared at the castle. She had actually been summoned to a castle. A week before Christmas. — Fern Michaels

You know what? From now on, I think I'm going to call you Mister Christmas. — Fern Michaels