Who is better than Santa?

Who's Better than Santa?

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. Yes, Jesus is better, he is even better than Santa Claus!

Vineyard Comedy

A man came into the Vineyard several weeks ago and said that it was his anniversary. He was dressed-up and looking great. He said that he was going to take his wife somewhere expensive.
I asked him where he was going to take her and he replied, "To a service (gas) station!"
This is a true story!!!

My Future 

Post-Christmas Blues

Have you ever felt that you've aged considerably in a relatively short period of time? If you haven't, then you are not a father. It seems when December 26th arrives, I have aged approximately 7 years. All of the shopping, spending, Christmas events, traveling, and to top it off, playing Santa Claus which entails putting all the toys and other gifts together after midnight and having them spread out under the tree in an orderly fashion. Then you hear voices while in a "REM" level of sleep. The voices tug and tug. They draw you from an awesome state of comfort and warmth. Finally, when I surrender to the voices, I open my eyes and see very excited children. Well, this was usually the case. Now my children are teenagers...Now I have to battle the alarm clock, and now I'm the one who has to transmit the voices to the teen's REM sleeping stage. I am the one who has to stay up late doing the gifts and getting up early and ressurect the dead.
Now comes the "I didn't want this, I didn't want that!" And then you hear, "This is the wrong color," or "This is the wrong kind." Then Father "Bright eyes" has to go exchange all the gifts, and it usually requires extra expenses to pay for the right "wanted" items. This usually takes an entire day. When the day is over, you feel that you've run your course and now you can relax and enjoy some time off! But wait, wait! What day is this? Oh, no! I've got to go to work in the morning! Ohhhhhhh nnnnnnoooooooo! I know this sounds a little drastic, but I wouldn't trade anything for it. These stressful times are actually fulfilling and they create beautiful memories. The smiles and the excitement create wonderful memories that would make any parent just beam with satisfaction! I'm thankful for the opportunity to be a father, a provider, and a smile maker.
Until next year...Merry CHRISTmas and Happy New Year!