“If you aren’t on the nice list by now, it’s probably too late. Sorry.”


“The gift shopping’s finished,

The wrapping?  Just some.

The menu is planned,

Grocery shopping?  Not done…

The house is all ready…..

but I’m in projects knee deep;

Oh, please, may I…please, can I,

add some days to this week?”

Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.

Santa rides in a sleigh
JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.

Santa comes but once a year
JESUS is an ever present help.

Santa fills your stockings with goodies
JESUS supplies all your needs.

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited
JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then enters your heart.

You have to stand in line to see Santa
JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.

Santa lets you sit on his lap
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.

Santa doesn’t know your name, all he can say is “Hi little boy or girl, What’s your name?”
JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name,
 He knows our address too. He knows our history and future and He even knows
 how many hairs are on our heads.

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly
JESUS has a heart full of love.

All Santa can offer is HO HO HO
JESUS offers health, help and hope.

Santa says “You better not cry”
JESUS says “Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.

Santa’s little helpers make toys
JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds mansions.

Santa may make you chuckle but
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.

While Santa puts gifts under your tree
JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.

It’s obvious there is really no comparison.
We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.
We need to put Christ back in Christmas.

Jesus is still the reason for the season.                        copied

And one more to smile on…..

There once was a little boy who loved to sit and listen to his grandmother tell him stories from the Bible.  He paid very close attention, and drank in all she taught.  One  day he came up to her as she was washing the dishes and said, “Grandmother, can I ask you a question?”  Drying her hands, she looked at him and said, “Of course you can.  What would you like to know?”  “It’s about the Christmas story, ” he said.  “I was just wondering which of those virgins is the mother of Baby Jesus?”  She thought surely he must have misunderstood something she said, and was about to explain it again when he said, “Is it the Virgin Mary or the King James Virgin?”