Letter to Santa So Funny

[BingoT]

Letter to Santa So Funny
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[amatrine]

Re

Hey Bingo how ya been? Cute, I actuly forgot what an adverb was and had to look it up. I used to love those madd libb books when I was a kid.

Ama

 

[BingoT]

Hello my sweet Amatrine.

Hello my sweet Amatrine.
Been Busy Busy I have more stuff on my plate now lol
I call Bingo now on Monday nights for this group of old people not a big place yet but with me i'll have them flying in soon lol.
My Family (Wife,and the two kids) had 40 Thanksgiving baskets that we gave out for Thanksgiving. And as Christmas is almost here I have 90 kids to take care of Santa is going to be good this year. Ho Ho Ho.
I love what I do to put a smile on a kids face.
But all in all I have been very good and hope the same with you.
Hugs & Kisses my Darling
Tom

 

[amatrine]

Re

Glad to hear you and your is doing well Its wonderful what you do.
So calling bingo now? Cool. B1 with them all)

Ama

 

[BingoT]

Oh yes fun is

Oh yes fun is
And ever time I call B1 I always ask who is #1 and I been doing that now for 17 years and they all get a kick out of it.
It started 17 years ago on one of my bus trips to Bingo and one lady said after I called B1 she said who's #1 Tom is lol and till this day it stuck with me.
Hey Tonight my wife won 3 games and my little Sarah won 1 game Yahoo

 

[amatrine]

Re

Congrads to them)

Ama

 

[BingoT]

Letter to Santa So Funny
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It's that time again
Have you been good or bad?

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[BingoT]

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Don't forget to send him a letter.
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Here isa poem for ya too.

Merry Christmas Poem


MERRY CHRISTMAS - POEM

> Twas the month before Christmas
> When all through our land,
> Not a Christian was praying
> Nor taking a stand.
> Why the Politically Correct Police had taken away,
> The reason for Christmas - no one could say.
> The children were told by their schools not to sing,
> About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
> It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say
> December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.
> Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit
> Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
> CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod
> Something was changing, something quite odd!
> Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
> In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
> As Targets were hanging their trees upside down
> At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.
> At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears
> You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
> Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty
> Are words that were used to intimidate me.
> Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
> On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !
> At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter
> To elim inate Jesus, in all public matter.
> And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith
> Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace
> The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded
> The reason for the season, stopped before it started.
> So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'
> Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
> Choose your words carefully, choose what you say
> Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday!

 

[LaurieJim]

Don't forget to send him a letter.
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Here isa poem for ya too.

Merry Christmas Poem


MERRY CHRISTMAS - POEM

> Twas the month before Christmas
> When all through our land,
> Not a Christian was praying
> Nor taking a stand.
> Why the Politically Correct Police had taken away,
> The reason for Christmas - no one could say.
> The children were told by their schools not to sing,
> About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
> It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say
> December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.
> Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit
> Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
> CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod
> Something was changing, something quite odd!
> Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
> In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
> As Targets were hanging their trees upside down
> At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.
> At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears
> You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
> Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty
> Are words that were used to intimidate me.
> Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
> On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !
> At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter
> To elim inate Jesus, in all public matter.
> And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith
> Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace
> The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded
> The reason for the season, stopped before it started.
> So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'
> Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
> Choose your words carefully, choose what you say
> Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday!

..................great poemMerry CHRISTmas to you and yours tom and everyone else.................laurie

 

[BingoT]

A different Christmas Poem

A different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, Mydaughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, ablanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave atremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold ChristmasEve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, "I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to askor beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain andthe sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered toyou as you mattered to us."

 

[BingoT]

Letter from Jesus about Christmas --

Dear Children,
It has come to my attention that many of you
are upset that folks are taking My name out of the
season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't
actually born during this time of the year and that
it was some of your predecessors who decided to
celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of
pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being
remembered anytime.

How I personally feel about this celebration
can probably be most easily understood by those of
you who have been blessed with children of your own.
I don't care what you call the day. If you want to
celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE
ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it
bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't
allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid
of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small
Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My
followers did that there wouldn't be any need for
such a scene on the town square because there would
be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are
calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a
Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can
remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a
grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one
in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to
you and what each of our tasks were. If you have
forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.

If you want to give Me a present in
remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose
something from it:

1. Instead of writing protest letters
objecting to the way My birthday is being
celebrated, write letters of love and hope to
soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid
and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me
all the time.

2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't
have to know them personally. They just need to know
that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of writing George complaining about
the wording on the cards his staff sent out this
year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll
be praying for him and his family this year. Then
follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.

4. Instead of giving your children a lot of
gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend
time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and
why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in
your arms and remind them that I love them.

5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past
and forgive him or her.

6. Did you know that someone in your town will
attempt to take their own life this season because
they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't
know who that person is, try giving everyone you
meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.

7. Instead of nit picking about what the
retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient
with the people who work there. Give them a warm
smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed
to wish you a 'Merry Christmas' that doesn't keep
you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there
on Sabbath. If the store didn't make so much money
on that day they'd close and let their employees
spend the day at home with their families

8. If you really want to make a difference,
support a missionary-- especially one who takes My
love and Good News to those who have never heard My
name.

9. Here's a good one. There are individuals
and whole families in your town who not only will
have no 'Christmas' tree, but neither will they have
any presents to give or receive. If you don't know
them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to
the Salvation Army or some other charity which
believes in Me and they will make the delivery for
you.

10. Finally, if you want to make a statement
about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave
like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you
wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your
actions that you are one of mine.


Don't forget; I am God and can take care of
Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to
do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the
list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help
you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have
a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you
love and remember :
I LOVE YOU, JESUS

 

[BingoT]

Merry Christmas

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[BingoT]

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children
on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold
sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on
the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over
several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red
crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and
who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze,
but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle
in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month
of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint
resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television
that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a
refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can
hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes,
Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't
fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the
use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the
living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice
seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be
heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough
time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the
luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being
served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten
the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a
vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful
if you could coerce my children to help around the house without
demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime
family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet
under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a
safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in
and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the
table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always,

MOM...



P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my
children young enough to believe in Santa.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know