Santa Let Me Be the Giver

Lights of the city are twinkling across arches of the rivers and shining down as if to illuminate the jolly path of the old man known as Father Christmas- Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick tonight tumbling onto the rooftops - clattering down many smokeless chimneys carrying his velveteen sack of gifts. Santa forget my gifts this year-I'd rather you give them to someone in need. Bless some child and teach him to smile. Take my abundance and feed the hungry- wrap them up tight in my down feather coat. My wish is that they hear the music I hear- find their voice and sing "Silent Night". I'll be their harmony and their strength. Sinterklaas-take the afflicted and allow the Lord to make them whole once more. Don't let them flounder or look backwards. Dry their eyes and show them the light of a vibrant future-a hopeful dawn. Let a merry Christmas be mine to share with every jingle of silver bells and the richest fragrance the yuletide brings.