Who is this man in red and white, who travels in a sleigh,

Who scurries round on Christmas Eve, while children hit the hay,

His tummy’s fat from taking time to eat upon his way,

For children leave some yummy treats in hopes that he will stay,

This merry man has cheered the hearts of children everywhere,

But he’s just a fond tradition, or is he really there,

The man may not exist as such, but children still believe,

In things that they cannot behold, on nights like Christmas Eve,

Initials tell us who he is, His name is just a name,

Spirit of Christmas he does share, that’s all that he can claim,

The true meaning of this evening, came wrapped in swaddling clothes,

The Savior, the Messiah, King, God with us as he chose,

When we focus on the Christ, Child, and see His shining face,

We see our greatest treasure, who lived to take our place.





As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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