Santa's Secret Wish

On Christmas Eve, a young boy with a light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa's eyes, and to Santa's surprise,
He asked, as he sat on Santa's broad knee,
I want your secret. Tell it to me.

He leaned up and whispered into 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?
It stays full, never empties, as you make your way,
Rooftop to rooftop, riding your sleigh,
To homes large and small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all.

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.

SANTA'S ANSWER

Now listen to me,
He told the small boy with the light in his eyes,
My secret will make you sadder but 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 children are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, and some homes are bad,
Some 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 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 other.

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 every 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 their 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.
So, if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be 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 SANTA FOR YOU SECRET

Thanks Santa 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

 

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The First Gift Of Christmas

Christmas presents onthe floor,
Laying 'neath theChristmas tree.
Tied with colored,silken ribbons,
And wrapped soprettily.

 

Each day before the holiday,
More gifts scattered'round.
Christmas Eve, moregifts again
As Santa'ssleigh flies through the town.

 

Excitement rampant inthe house,
Secrets whispered anduntold.
Gifts of many shapesand sizes,
Wrapped in silver,wrapped in gold.

 

Christmas morningvery special,
Presentation of thegifts.
Squeals of joy, pealsof laughter,
Brand new clothing;does it fit?

 

Toy cars and trucksand wagons,
Toy airplanes that willfly.
Coloring books andmany crayons,
Painted dolls thatsing and cry.

 

When this wondrousday is done,
And the kids tuckedin that night.
A sleepy littlevoice may say.
"Mom, this wasthe best day of my life."

 

And, as that childsettles in,
To receive his neededrest.
I wonder if heunderstands,
He is a child trulyblest.

 

Do you suppose hereally knows,
That the bestChristmas gift of all.
Was the veryfirst gift of Christmas,
A baby in a hay-filledstall?

 

No fancy wrappings onthat gift,
No gay ribbons tiedin bows.
Just two tiny,precious arms,
Reaching out fromswaddling clothes.

 

An infant with a tinybackbone,
That some day wouldbear the weight.
Of all mankind'stransgressions,
And mankind'simpending fate.

 

The value of of agift like that,
Far beyond men'scomprehension.
The finest giftGod had to give,
For man'ssalvation and redemption.

 

His tiny Son - this baby,
God's most perfectgift to man.
Through whose deathand resurrection,
Man could fulfill theFather's plan.

 

There'd be noChristmas celebration,
If Christ had notcome our way.
So, HappyBirthday - Thank you, Jesus,
For this Blessed ChristmasDay!

 

By: Virginia (Ginny)Ellis

 

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