On 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 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
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
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 e'er 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
And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his smile and whispered,
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