Once again Christmas fast approaches. Santa and the entire staff at the North Pole would like to thank everyone who helped in spreading a little Christmas cheer. You know who you are and you know the feeling of Christmas.
As we head to the New Year let us always remember that everyone needs love and understanding. We have several members going through rough times this Holiday Season and we wish them the best in the New Year. Give them a call and just say hello. It will mean so much.
Remember those who serve and have served our Country. Without those sacrifices Christmas might be celebrated in a different way.
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Family, friends and good health are the most important things in life. Always keep this in focus.
The PM's and emails requesting Christmas packages to our service men and women now serving was overwhelming. If the oRg would like to attempt this next year then we will need to plan very early in order for gifts to arrive by Christmas. Santa was a little late logging on this year but would be more than happy to start early next year. Just contact Santa Shawn as he and I will be in touch. Maybe a special group of Santa's Helpers could be in charge of this task.
The Sleigh is packed full and the long journey begins tonight.
Rudolph has his nose oh so bright..
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Frosty is singing Christmas Carols..
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and Jack Frost is nipping at our nose..
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Santa needs to rest for tonights long journey and will now close with my favorite Christmas story.
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Merry Christmas everyone and we will see you next year.
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Santa Claus
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'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
As we head to the New Year let us always remember that everyone needs love and understanding. We have several members going through rough times this Holiday Season and we wish them the best in the New Year. Give them a call and just say hello. It will mean so much.
Remember those who serve and have served our Country. Without those sacrifices Christmas might be celebrated in a different way.
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Family, friends and good health are the most important things in life. Always keep this in focus.
The PM's and emails requesting Christmas packages to our service men and women now serving was overwhelming. If the oRg would like to attempt this next year then we will need to plan very early in order for gifts to arrive by Christmas. Santa was a little late logging on this year but would be more than happy to start early next year. Just contact Santa Shawn as he and I will be in touch. Maybe a special group of Santa's Helpers could be in charge of this task.
The Sleigh is packed full and the long journey begins tonight.
Rudolph has his nose oh so bright..
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Frosty is singing Christmas Carols..
View attachment 1248956
and Jack Frost is nipping at our nose..
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Santa needs to rest for tonights long journey and will now close with my favorite Christmas story.
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Merry Christmas everyone and we will see you next year.
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Santa Claus
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'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
