Charity is no substitute for justice withheld.
When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why they are poor, they call me a Communist.
I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant 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.
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
Contrary to the rumors you have heard, I was not born in a manger. I was actually born on Krypton and sent here by my father Jor-El to save the Planet Earth.
At the annual Al Smith charity banquet in 2008, then-candidate Obama fawned at his treatment by the national media.
When, in 1934, the American Jewish charities offered to find homes for 300 German refugee children, my father applied for my older brother and myself. We were on the SS Washington, bound for New York, Christmas 1934.