This Santa shows his weariness, from flying through the night,

He can’t wait to park his reindeer, and sleep so warm and tight,

He’s had his fill of Christmas treats, hot chocolate with whipped cream,

It won’t take long to fall asleep and wrap up his own dream,

His work starts again tomorrow, when he wakes up to find,

That there’s no end to Santa’s work, it’s back to the old grind,

But for just a fleeting moment, he finds some needed rest,

As he recalls the greatest gift, the finest and the best,

He dreams about his Savior, King, who came to earth one day,

Who died for him and all of us, to take our sins away.



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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