Santa's Secret Wish

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by Sunshyne1027, Dec 12, 2003.

  1. Sunshyne1027

    Sunshyne1027 New Member

    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 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 pleenty 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 larger 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 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 the light above.

    Its 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 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? Wil you use what you know?'
    And just for a moment the boy stood still,
    Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered, "I will."

    By Betty Werth

  2. PrayerWarrior316

    PrayerWarrior316 New Member

    That was a wonderful story, Thank you so much for sharing it with all of us.

    Blessings, Judy