SANTA CLAUS
~ 1 ~
The nobleman wept for all his money was lost,
He lived on the verge of starvation a terrible cost,
“Father” said his daughter ‘let us go to the street”,
“Let us beg for our food that we might humbly eat”
We will wait another night, the nobleman said,
I will pray to God for my children asleep in their bed.
Nicholas saw what was happening, so homeward he strolled,
Where in his inheritance he had three bars of gold.
That night he crept to a window of the poor man’s room,
Reaching through to place a gold bar; it would be morning soon,
Three times on three nights Nicholas made the same trip,
Placing the gold bars through the window without making a slip
Until on the third night he was discovered reaching for a hold,
“Oh! I thought,” said the father, “that from heaven came the gold."
~ 2 ~
“Each night we were thankful that an Angel had come,
With bars made of gold that our poverty be done,
Yet now I discover that a humble gentleman like you,
Is the saviour we must thank for the good things you do.”
“Ah! But my friend, it was God who sent me.
Give all your thanks to him that of poverty you’re free.
All that I do must be done in secret at night,
That on Christmas mornings you all share in delight.
For the messenger is not the true giver you see,
I but deliver the gifts God has entrusted in me,
For to seek from you thanks would but sour my cause,
For your children will know me as just Santa Claus,
A servant of God and of the girl and the boy,
Who deserve in their childhood stockings of joy.”