Inspired by my son and written to show we don't have to choose between Santa and Jesus |
Eager young children waiting in line to talk to Santa their eyes all a shine. On old Saint Nick’s lap the wishes came clear as child would ask him for the things they held dear There were dolls and trucks and games that they wanted for the latest gizmos and whatchits for the names they all hunted. But there was one little boy who quietly stood by for his turn with Santa a tear in his eye. He wanted no toys this Christmas day; no bats or balls, no new games to play. His wish was much bigger, only Saint Nicholas could bring this miracle he dreamed of; this most precious thing. He climbed on Santa’s lap and brushed at his tears “I won’t hurt you.” Santa said “You need have no fear.” “I’m not afraid.” The small boy replied. “It’s not for me but for others I cry.” “This Christmas what I want more than any toy is for all the worlds children to know of lifes joy.” “I wish no child will hurt, that none will know need, that each will be loved, for these things I plead.” Santa smiled at the boy, then patted his head; “You’re quite a youngster.” Santa Claus said. “But your wish is too big for my elf’s little shop. We make toys and games But miracles we cannot.” “You see, I bring toys to children one day a year but there is another another so dear.” Then Santa explained, “On December 25th, a long time ago a baby was born unlike any we know.” This baby was special, to the world he brought love; a gift to us all from the Father above.” There were shepards and wise men who came from afar; to see baby Jesus they followed a star.” “They brought along gifts for this new baby boy and that’s why on Christmas, you too get toys.” “Each Christmas Eve to you presents I bring then I Christmas Day I worship our King.” Then Santa continued, “So, my child you see; Christmas is about Jesus, it’s not about me.” “If you want toys on Christmas, you can get them from me but I can’t heal the heart, it’s Jesus you’d see.” The boy climbed down and with Santa he prayed, there on his knees, for the children that day. The child thanked Santa then turned to the crowd for each was on their knees and had their head bowed. With his hand in his parent’s the boy walked away and quietly whispered, “Baby Jesus, Happy Birthday.” |