How Santa Began

How Santa Began

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
And on goes the story about Christmas Eve,
And the jolly old man in whom we believe.

Have you even wondered how Santa came to be
So important to Christmas and to you and to me?
Well, it all began a long time ago
The night before Christ to earth was to go.

All prepared to make Christ's birth well announced
With angels and music and anthems pronounced.
But alas, all had forgotten in the final rush
How to make Christ's birthday remembered to us.

The kingdom was searched for the most excellent plan
That would help us remember God's gift to man.
A saintly old fellow, so jolly and gay,
Came up with the best plan that was offered that day.

He said, "Send a fellow each year at this time,
Who would help people be happy and comfort their minds.
He could help man remember that God loves us so
By bringing presents to both friend and foe.

"He would show by example that true love and joy
Come only when shared with each girl and each boy."
Heaven decided that Santa's plan would be just right
And Santa was asked to play the part that very first night.

So from the first Christmas right down to today,
When one heard the bells jingling and saw the big sleigh,
They knew it was Santa making his way
To remind the world of the love Jesus gave.

So, this night before Christmas when you hear Santa come,
Remember he's doing it for the love of God's Son.
Remember that he teaches as did Christ of old,
That to give of one's self is more precious than gold.
~David M. Steed~

Santa's Prayer on Christmas

The sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed,
But Santa still knelt by the side of the bed.

"Dear Father," he prayed "Be with me tonight.
There's much work to do and my schedule is tight.

I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky,
Knowing full well that a reindeer can't fly.

I will visit each household before the first light,
I'll cover the world and all in one night.

With sleighbells a-ringing, I'll land on each roof,
Amid the soft clatter of each little hoof.

To get in the house is the difficult part,
So I'll slide down the chimney of each child's heart.

My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes.
The supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes.

I will fill all the stockings and not leave a track.
I'll eat every cookie that is left for my snack.

I can do all these things Lord, only through You,
I just need your blessing, then it's easy to do.

All this is to honor the birth of the One,
That was sent to redeem us, Your most Holy Son.

So to all of my friends, least Your glory I rob,
Please Lord, remind them who gave me this job."
~Warren D. Jennings~