My pages run to do your will, my covers keep your cares away. The nurse arrives with laden tray, the doctor cancels draught and pill, and you through fairy lands will stray, at laughter's fountain drink your fill, for though your body say "I'm ill" your mind will dance from night to day. Beside your bed I come to stay with magic more than human skill.
and a quote from Charlotte Brontë:
...a gathering of happiness, a concentration and combination of pleasant details, a throng of glad faces, a muster of elated hearts...
Unfortunately this specific old book (free online) is maybe too dated for me, but I think it'd be wonderful to compile one's own such collection. Maybe in a gorgeous soft blank book one gives oneself for the holidays...or digitally....