The Lord's Grace
Stories about the spirit of Christmas
"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
About 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 and thousands of good 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 would come home,
Please tell me, Daddy, 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 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."