|The Truth About Santa
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 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?
Your pack stays so full, for 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 both sadder and wise.
The truth is that my sack is magic.a truth I don't hide.
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 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."
"As God hears me and answers my prayer,
when I visit next year, what I will find there?
May I find homes filled with peace, with giving, and love,
and boys and girls gifted with the Light from above."
"It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
to give toys to some, and 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 that I carry on Christmas Eve day
There is more love than a Santa can ever give away."
"The sack never empties of love, or of joys
Because 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 you know something else? 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 your gifts 'neath the tree.
Open that sack, called your heart, and share
With your joy, your friendship, and with 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 hand and whispered,
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