From Santa with Love
Once upon a time, even before long long ago,
In a far far away land, a child was born on a cold winters day
It wasn't the child you're thinking of,
But another boy that was small, and stout.
He grew up to be a caring old man
He loved little children, in every land,
He found a Bible and studied its pages,
It was the story of Jesus passed down through the ages.
His heart overflowed as he read of a love
So divine that he died just for me.
A twinkle appeared in his eye on that day,
He had found a road that led straight to Heaven
Yes, Christ was the way.
As Christmas came closer, his heart filled with joy
He'd show God's people his love-for every girl and boy
He made lots of foodies and stocked up his shelves.
Yes, Santa was way busy and so were his elves,
He was filled with such love. He wanted to share.
Standing in front of a store window, was a little boy
He had not shoes and his clothes mere rags.
As Santa passed by, he saw the little boy.
He could read the longing in the little boy’s eyes.
He took him by the hand and into the store;
He bought him new shoes and warm cloths.
As they came back out into the street Santa said,
"Now you go home and have very a Merry Christmas.
"The boy looked up at Santa and asked, "A
re you Jesus' dad? He smiled and replied,
No son, I'm just one of his children"
The little boy said, "I knew you had
To be some reflection,
I'll tell my mom when I get home."
Praise be to God, the Angle's sing,
The jolly plump man spreads love for the King.
As he steps into the chimneys, he looks about
"Happy Birthday Dear Jesus, from Santa with love."
KARL WALLACE
To read more Karl Wallace poems go to: Karlwallaceblog.blogspot.com
Once upon a time, even before long long ago,
In a far far away land, a child was born on a cold winters day
It wasn't the child you're thinking of,
But another boy that was small, and stout.
He grew up to be a caring old man
He loved little children, in every land,
He found a Bible and studied its pages,
It was the story of Jesus passed down through the ages.
His heart overflowed as he read of a love
So divine that he died just for me.
A twinkle appeared in his eye on that day,
He had found a road that led straight to Heaven
Yes, Christ was the way.
As Christmas came closer, his heart filled with joy
He'd show God's people his love-for every girl and boy
He made lots of foodies and stocked up his shelves.
Yes, Santa was way busy and so were his elves,
He was filled with such love. He wanted to share.
Standing in front of a store window, was a little boy
He had not shoes and his clothes mere rags.
As Santa passed by, he saw the little boy.
He could read the longing in the little boy’s eyes.
He took him by the hand and into the store;
He bought him new shoes and warm cloths.
As they came back out into the street Santa said,
"Now you go home and have very a Merry Christmas.
"The boy looked up at Santa and asked, "A
re you Jesus' dad? He smiled and replied,
No son, I'm just one of his children"
The little boy said, "I knew you had
To be some reflection,
I'll tell my mom when I get home."
Praise be to God, the Angle's sing,
The jolly plump man spreads love for the King.
As he steps into the chimneys, he looks about
"Happy Birthday Dear Jesus, from Santa with love."
KARL WALLACE
To read more Karl Wallace poems go to: Karlwallaceblog.blogspot.com
