Well, Christmas is here again - but Shakespeare is surprizingly light on Festive quotes. However, here's my top Shakespearean Christmas quotation from Love's Labours Lost:
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
This passage might seem out of context for readers living in warmer climates. For me in the UK, as I stare at the ice creeping up my office window, it makes perfect sense. Let's enjoy winter for its festive cheer, and spring for its mirth.
Merry Christmas everyone. I hope Santa is kind to you.