A Christmas morning story…
December 26th, 2007 · 4 Comments · Tags: notes
This short post is just to send you (my beloved reader) my best wishes to you and your family during this holiday season. And to share a fun story that happened to me today…
Being Santa Claus.
You probably not know it: This is my second year acting as Santa Claus. Last year my kid was too young to even notice it, but things were very different this year. I finally got to feel the joy of watching my son’s face glow with a HUGE smile when he walked over to the Christmas tree to find what Santa had left there during the night.
I watched his excitement and glee for a good 10 minutes and then a frightening thought ran through my mind…
I know I’m worrying years in advance, and I know it’s stupid to do that, but… “How will I ever explain to him that there is no Santa? How am I supposed to do it without breaking his heart?” I didn’t say anything to my wife, but the sole thought of having that future conversation with my son sent a chill down my spine. It will not be easy.
Then, in the evening, fate knocked at my door… actually, it sent me an e-mail.
Some weird spammer decided to send out a Christmas poem to disguise his viagra promotion. But the poem was really good and it calmed the fear I felt earlier. It did not have the title of the poem or the name of the author and I couldn’t find that information online either. But I still want to share it with you, for when that time comes:
“Daddy”, she said, her eyes full of tears,
“will you talk to me and quiet my fears?
Those bad boys at school are spreading a lie
’bout the impossibility of reindeer that fly.
There’s no Santa Claus, they say with a grin
there’s not one now and there never has been.
How can one man take all of those toys
to thousands of girls and boys?
But I told them Daddy, that they were not right,
that I would come home and find out tonight.
Mama said wait until you come home.
Please tell me now that I was not wrong.”
Her Daddy looked at her questioning face
and puffed his pipe while his frantic mind raced.
He had put this off as long as he could,
he had to think fast and it better be good.
Whispering a prayer, he began with a smile,
“well climb on my lap, dear, let’s talk awhile.”
“Remember at church how we learned to pray,
asking God to take care of us each day?
And you know how we say grace before each meal?
To this same God whom we know to be real.
Though we never see Him, we know He is there
watching His children with such loving care.”
“God started Christmas a long time ago
when He gave us His Son to love and to know.
A spirit of giving came with that birth,
and God’s generosity filled the whole earth.
Man had to name this spirit of giving
just as he names all things that are living.”
“The name Santa Claus came to someone’s mind
probably the best name of any to find.
There is, you can see, and I think quite clear
Truly a Santa who visits each year.
A spirit like God, whom we never see,
he enters the hearts of your mother and me.”
“Each year at Christmas for one special night
we become him and make everything right.
But the REAL spirit of Christmas is in you and in me
and I hope you are old enough now to see
that as we believe and continue to give,
our friend Santa Claus will continue to live.”
I wish you all the Magic of Christmas thru the eyes of a child! ![]()
























4 comments so far ↓
Comment #:1 by Thana » Dec 26, 2007 at 2:40 am
I am not a Christian but the message in this beautiful poem applies to all those who are gifted to give and receive love!
Comment #:2 by Ronni C » Dec 27, 2007 at 12:27 pm
So you see, ‘Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.’
Comment #:3 by DN05 » Jan 8, 2008 at 12:14 am
Glad to see you have come up with a special and yet deep reason of the existence of Santa Claus.
Comment #:4 by Eileen
» Feb 5, 2008 at 11:05 pm
It’s odd I did not see this entry before.
Probably because I was busy being Santa Claus at the time!
The poem is great, one of those things you want to print and keep, maybe with your will. Does that sound bad? Possibly. But when I take that last sleigh ride I DO want my children to have words more than anything else to remind them of ME - and this poem will certainly do that.
I have been their Santa for all of their lives and a note like this one tucked away might be just the right thing.
Thank YOU - and a belated Merry Berry and Happy Holly to all.