"Twas the Night Before Jesus

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'Twas the Day After Christmas

Author Unknown

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Teachers Night Before Christmas

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My First Christmas in Heaven

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What Children Need

from A to Z

Acceptance

Boundaries

Compassion

Devotion

Encouragement

Fun

Goals

Honesty

Inspiration

Justice

kindness

Laughter

Modeling

Nurturing

Opportunities

Praise

Quality Time

Respect

Support

Trust

Unconditional Love

Values

Wisdom

eXcitement

You

Zest

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Sarah who is but 3

Sarah

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream
But it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

{To save the children, please report ALL suspected abuse to the proper authorities. It only takes a minute or so; and COULD SAVE A LIFE.}

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To You Abusers:

Your inheritance is death.

Matthew 18:6

"But if anyone causes one of these little ones who trusts me to lose faith, it would be better for that person to be thrown into the sea with a large millstone tied around the neck."

Matthew 19:14

But Jesus said, "Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to

come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven. "

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The ABCs

of
Teaching

A+ Attitude

Balance

Courage

Dedication

Enthusiasm

Fairness

Generosity

Heart

Initiative

Joyfulness

Knowledge

Leadership

Motivation

Never-ending Ideas

Optimism

Preparation

Quest for Learning

Responsibility

Sensitivity

Trustworthiness

Understanding

Versatility

Warmth

eXcellence

Your Best

Zeal

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A Little Mixed Up

Just a line to say I'm living,

That I'm not among the dead.

Though I'm getting more forgetful

And more mixed up in the head!

For sometimes I can't remember,

When I stand at foot of stairs,

If I must go up for something,

Or if I've just come down from there.

And before the fridge so often

My poor mind is filled with doubt

Have I just put food away?...or

Have I come to take some out?

And there's times when it is dark out,

With my night cap on my head

I don't know if I'm retiring

Or just getting out of bed.

So...if it's my turn to write you

There's no need of getting sore,

I may think that I have written

And don't want to be a bore!!

So, remember...I do love you

And I wish that you were here,

But now it's nearly mail time,

So I must say good-bye my dear.

There I stood beside the mail box

With a face so very red

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead!!

My bifocals fit~~
my dentures are fine

My hearing aid works....
but....I do miss my mind!!

Author Unknown

Memory

by unknown

My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke.
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke!

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there".
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score!

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!




When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who was that?"





Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke!





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