SANTA'S SECRET WISH
On Christmas Eve,
a young boy with light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's
And said as he nestled on Santa's broad
"I want your secret, tell it to me."
He leaned up & whispered in Santa's good
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here & there, you never run
How is it, dear Santa, that in your pack
You have plenty for all of the world's
girls & boys?
Stays so full, never empties as you make
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large &
From nation to nation, reaching them
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
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to
He told the small boy with the light in his
"My secret will make you sadder & wise.
"The truth is that my sack is magic.
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas
But although I do visit each girl & each
I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped
Some homes are hungry, some homes are
Some homes are desperate, some homes are
Some homes are broken, & children there
Those homes I visit, but what should I
"My sleigh is filled with the happiest
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
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit
In the heart of the dear child who gets
If only God hears me & answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find
Are homes filled with peace,
and with giving, and love
And boys and girls gifted with light from
It's a very had task, my smart little
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
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
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
It never gets empty, it's full from the
It's the centre of lights, and of love.
It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help
Don't be so concerned with your gifts
'neath your tree.
Open that sack, call your heart, & share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth,
The light in the small boy's eyes was
"Thanks for the secret. I've got to be
"Wait, little boy," said Santa "don't
Will you share? Will you help?
Will you use what you know?"
And just for a moment the small boy stood
Touched his heart with his small hand &