“Every Christmas Eve, the elves will come and give us a new pair of pajamas.”

I’ve always just tried to be myself, which is such a weird thing to say.

You would see me cover every Adele, Christina Aguilera, Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood. Then I’d have to do ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ and ‘Crazy Train,’ and it was a really weird combination.

Truly, with a sitcom and the rhythms of comedy… music is so helpful in that area of life.

Everything I wore was pink and sparkly. And I had an obsession with headbands. I felt like I rocked them, though!

I might not know who I was yesterday or who I’m going to be tomorrow, but I know who I am right now.

When I’m recording my album, I want to be acting, or when I’m on set, I want to be making music.

I couldn’t really picture a world without music. It would be quite boring.

I was really scared to stay home alone when I was kid, and I would freak out whenever there was a noise after my parents left.

When I was growing up, we went to Musikfest every year, and I have vivid memories of the corn on the cob.

Music is where I started. It’s kind of the base of everything.

I think I started doing covers when I was… what, like 9 or 10?

I’ve never paid too much attention to what other people have said or to what other people have tried to make me be.

I’ve never had to fend for a child’s life, which sounds very terrifying.

I go through my comments sometimes, and I’ll just take snapshots of the terrible ones and send them to my friends.

It always feels good to put something you’re proud of out in the world.

I would always do the songs that I wanted to do and the songs that my parents wanted me to do.

The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel, Mississippi.

Dear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us…

You can’t allow the forces of political correction to shut you up. I mean, why are people afraid to say, ‘Merry Christmas?’ Give me a break. If people don’t like it, yeah, they can go do something else.

Criticism can never instruct or benefit you. Its chief effect is that of a telegram with dubious news. Praise leaves no glow behind, for it is a writer’s habit to remember nothing good of himself.

And whether these poor people would not fare far better if they were entrusted to the devils in Hell than they do at the hands of the devils of the New World who masquerade as Christians.

For a Jewish guy, I’ve recorded a lot of Christmas albums.

Nothing’s as mean as giving a little child something useful for Christmas.

At this time of year it’s easy to forget the true meaning of Christianity – the lies, the corruption, the abuse.