Submitted by Omasic13

                     Made  by Shymuffinbear

                       Made by DODO5533

                        Submitted by EMHEFan75

                          Made  by Shymuffinbear

              Submitted by TrailOfTears5491

                  A Senior Christmas Poem.... 
'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest, 
And all of us seniors were looking our best. 
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry; 
Our punch bowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry. 
A bedsock was taped to each walker in hope, 
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap. 
We surely were lucky to be there with friends, 
Secure in this residence and in our Depends. 
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts, 
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts. 
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth, 
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath. 
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row, 
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow. 
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop -- 
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top. 
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great, 
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate. 
The social director then had us play games, 
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?" 
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats, 
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats. 
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair, 
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there. 
Security lights on the new fallen snow 
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below. 
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter 
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter). 
A strange little fellow flew in through the door, 
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor. 
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red. 
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head. 
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived 
Our social- security checks had arrived. 
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak, 
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke. 
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds. 
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds. 
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest. 
Before long you'll be with us. We wish you the best

                Submitted by EMHEFan75

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 when invited.

 You have to wait 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 were born...
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 a tree...
The cross.

 Put Christ Back In Christmas...
Jesus Is Still The Reason For The Season!

                      Made by DODO5533

                        Made  by Shymuffinbear

                 Submitted by Imhisgirl24g9