As I came down the stairs that grateful day,
My face was filling with glee.
Just waiting and waiting and waiting,
For all the gifts I would receive.

As I saw the Christmas tree I overflowed with delight,
At the massive and colorful delight.
For presents were stacked here and there,
To wake my parents, I didn’t dare!

As I looked through every last thing,
I heard something behind me ring.
As I looked up it was a sight to see,
For jolly old Saint Nicholas was standing before me.

I rubbed my eyes once or twice just to be sure,
But it was too much to endure.
He stood chewing a cookie like I wasn’t there,
But he was studying me, every last hair.

I looked up at him and him down at me,
We studied each other until we heard another ring.
When I looked outside I thought I was seeing things,
Until a whole chorus started to sing.

Swaying and jingling were eight little elves,
They stowed away on Santa’s sleigh,
In boxes and on shelves.
This- was truly- the very best day!

When I thought things couldn’t get better,
There standing in rows of two were Santa’s little helpers.
The reindeer stood there eating carrots with glee,
Boy, I couldn’t wait to show my family!

I started to dash towards the stairs, but Santa stopped me,
“This is our little secret, only between you and me.”
We argued a little and settled on a condition,
I told him I’d keep my mouth shut if he signed my petition!

He asked, “What on earth is it for?”
I said, “My wish for Christmas is for people to soar.
I want the hungry to become full and the blind to see.”
(You never really know what comes out of a girl like me.)

“Why would you do so? Christmas is about receiving gifts and presents.”
“No Santa, it’s about our God in Heaven.”
“Who’s this God and what’s His tale?”
“He’s the one who died for you and He didn’t bail!”

“God had a son named Jesus Christ,
He died on a cross that long, dreary night.
He did it to save you from sin,
If He hadn’t died, down there is where you would have been.”

“But that can’t be true. There must be some correction!”
“Wait! I still haven’t told you about the resurrection.
Three days after his death he rose up again,
And he went back to his Father up in Heaven.”

“That’s what Christmas is really about,
I rather give than sit and pout.
For God gave me all I would ever need,
And I will help others with His good deed.”

As Santa said his goodbyes and flew away,
I knew that I’d given more than I’d get that day.
But I was grateful none-the-less,
For another person that I had blessed.

As my parents woke up, my sisters too,
I didn’t want to tell them about “you-know-who”.
Because we had a deal that Christmas day,
That giving not getting is the heart of the holiday!