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 should I leave?”
I found this poem on my search for Christmas spirit. It got to me, so I thought I share it with all of you.
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 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 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 the small boy with the light in his eyes,
“My secret will make you sadder, and wise.
The truth is my sack is magic in side
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
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 should I leave?”
“My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where disappear lives, toys aren’t enough.
So I tip toe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And pray with them they will 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.”
“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 wishes, and hopes, not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.”
And so 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 of 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 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 and whispered,