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SANTA'S SECRET WISH
On Christmas Eve, a young boy
with light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa's,
to Santa's surprise,
And said as he nestled
on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret,
tell it to me."
He leaned up & 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 & 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 & boys?
Stays so full, never empties
as you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop,
to homes large & small,
From nation to nation,
reaching them all?
And Santa smiled kindly
& 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 the small boy
with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you
sadder & 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 & 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,
& 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 & 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
& 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 e'er give away.
The sack never empties
of love, or of joys
'Cause inside it are prayers,
and hopes. 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 centre of lights,
and of love. It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas
you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with
your gifts 'neath your tree.
Open that sack,
call your heart, & share
Your joy, your friendship,
your wealth, your care."
The light in the small
boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for the 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 & whispered,
"I will."
Author Unknown
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