On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light
in his eyes, looked deep into Santa's eyes;
to Santa's surprise he said as he nestled
on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret Santa, please 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, why 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?
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large & 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 an answer.
"Now listen to me," He told the small boy
with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you both sad and wise.
The truth is that my sack is magic.
Inside it holds millions of toys for my
Christmas Eve ride. And 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 children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what can 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
each child who gets not, but who gives.
When God hears me and answers my prayer,
Next year when I visit, this I find there;
Homes filled with peace, with giving and love
And boys and girls gifted with light from above.
It's a very hard task, my dear little brother,
To give toys to some, and 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 not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling
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 love, and it's called
So if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with your gifts
'neath your tree.
Open that sack, open your heart and share
your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."
The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for the secret, Santa, 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,
Touching his heart, he whispered,
"Yes Santa, I will."
It pains me greatly to place 'Author Unknown'
on this page, for these words
of wisdom were penned
by a very gifted and talented person.
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