Santas_Wish

Santa's Wish

Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise
And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret. Tell it to me."
He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.
How is it, Dear Santa, that in your pack of toys,
You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?
Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?"
And Santa smiled kindly, and said to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see,
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
He told that small boy with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you both sadder and wise."
"The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside,
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl and each boy,
I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and the children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?"
"My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that they'll be given the joy
Of the Spirit of Christmas, the Spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives."
"If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find there
Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love.
And boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need."
"That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
More love than a Santa could ever give away.
The sack never empties of love, or of joys,
'Cause inside it are prayers, and hope. Not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams."
"And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you.
It never gets empty, it's full from the start.
It's the center of lights, and love. - It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree.
Open that sack called your heart, and share,
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."
The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for your secret. I've got to be going."
"Wait, little boy," said Santa, "Don't go.
Will you share? Will you help?
Will you use what you know?"
And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart
with his small hand and whispered. "I will."

Author: Unknown

A Dream of Santa

On Christmas Eve I heard a sound
I'd never heard before.
A voice was softly speaking
And I wanted to hear more.

So very quietly I arose
From the bed where I was laying.
I tiptoed to the living room
Where I heard Santa praying.

"Dear Jesus, It's your birthday
And I just want to say,
Thanks for letting me be a part
Of your very special day."

"I always have believed in you
I know that you are real.
But there are some who don't believe
And how sad that makes me feel."

"Some houses have no Bible
They have no manger scene.
Some people speak of Christmas
But forget what it really means."

"I pray someday they all will know
What Your love's worth, and then
I know that they will understand
The importance of your birth.
Amen!"

I always knew Santa brought toys
Like my truck and my sister's doll
But on this night I understood
Why Santa is the jolliest of all.

It is because he helps to spread
Good will and Christmas cheer.
And he helps Jesus celebrate
His birthday every year.

Then I quietly returned to my room
And snuggled back in my bed.
Knowing I'd always remember
The words that Santa had said.

In the morning I remembered
what I had heard and seen.
But I wasn't sure if it was real
Or just a wonderful dream?

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