Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
Looked deep into Santaís, to Santaís surprise
And said as he sat on Santaís broad knee,
"I want your secret. Tell it to me."
up and whispered in Santaís 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.
it, dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
You have plenty for all of the worldís 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?"
smiled kindly and said to the boy,
"Donít ask me hard questions. Donít you want a
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
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.
although I do visit each girl and each boy
I donít always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
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 arenít enough.
tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And I pray with them that theyíll 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.
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 light from above.
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 personís need.
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.
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.
do you know something? Youíve got a sack, too.
Itís as magic as mine, and itís inside of you.
It never gets empty, itís full from the start.
Itís the center of light, and love. Itís your heart.
And if on
this Christmas you want to help me,
Donít 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."
in the small boyís eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for your secret. Iíve got to be
"Wait, little boy," said Santa, "donít
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you
for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered,