Looked deep into Santas, much to Santa's surprise
And said as he sat on Santa's broad knee
"I want your secret, please tell it to me"
He reached up and whispered into Santa's ear
"How do you do it year after year?"
"I want to know as you travel about
Giving gifts galore, 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
Stays so full, never emptys, as you make your way
From rooftop and rooftop,to homes large and small
From nation to nation, reaching them all.
And Santa smiled calmly as he 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
"The secret will make you both sadder and wise."
"The truth is that my sack is magic inside
It hold 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 happiness stuff,
But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough
So I tiptoe in, and give a kiss to each girl and boy
And I pray with them that they 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 prayers,
When I visit next year, what will I find there?
Are homes filled with peace, and 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 prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each one's needs."
"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
Is more love than a Santa could ever 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 fullfilling dreams"
"And do you know something, you got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine, and it is inside of you.
It never gets empty, it's is full from the start.
It's in the center of light and love, it's in your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with the gifts under 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 were glowing
"Thanks for your secret Santa, 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 that moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand he whispered
" I WILL"
Author Betty Werth