Notes About The Poem
This poem is one for all the little boys and girls in this great land of ours. Is, but a story about giving, and the joy it brings.
Santa Tells A Story
Santa Tells a Story
Merry Christmas my little ones
Come hither and listen to me
I’ve a story to tell.
A story of a little boy
And a sleigh full of toys.
He was a boy from
The “Land of the Snow,”
Where it was forever cold.
And the mountains quite bold.
A land where reindeer ran free,
And eagles soared high,
Where Galaxies lit the night
And stars shined bright.
He worked the year-long
In his father's shop,
Carving planes and trains,
And baby dolls for children
All over the world.
One cold December day
His father asked
If he would be so kind
As to take a sleigh full of toys
On a trip around the world,
Delivering presents to all in need.
He was as proud
As a boy could be
When asked
To do this task.
The little boy thought
No greater responsibility
Could there be more than
To take a sleigh full of toys
To these girls and boys
He was as happy as any
boy could ever be.
He fetched the reindeer
From the meadow below,
Hitched them up,
Then filled the sleigh.
The night was dark.
The stars were bright.
Across the sky, they flew
Over mountains and valleys,
Oceans and seas,
Across deserts and
African plains.
The boy and the sleigh,
Leaving a trail of stardust
Wherever they flew.
They flew to rooftops
In villages and farms,
In cities and barns,
To places where men
Have rarely seen.
From north to south,
From east to the west,
Through blizzards,
And desert heat
They soared:
His reindeer fleet,
Never missing a beat.
He scampered down chimneys,
Through open tent doors,
Down alleyways,
And forests galore
Looking for little ones
Asleep on floors and
In toasty bunk beds.
Leaving a gift
Wherever a child
Could be found
Tied in ribbons and bows
With a note from a friendly old man
That read:
“From the Land of the Snow”
“I wish you the Merriest Christmas of all.”
At long last, he came
To the end of his rounds.
All his presents were gone,
And his reindeer tired.
Their long joyous ride
Through the stars and
galaxies wide had come to an end.
Yet---
There on the corner of a mountainside town
Stood a little boy in a tattered coat
Ringing a bell for
A red bucket on a stand.
He pulled up his reindeer
To take a peek.
“If I must ask
What are you doing?
You appear to be poor,
Poorer than most I have seen tonight.
You are wearing a tattered old coat,
There are holes in your shoes
You must be cold,
Much colder than most.
Aren’t you afraid of freezing
While ringing this bell?”
To which the bell-ringing boy replied,
“I’ve watched you from afar.
You’ve been out all of the night
Leaving gifts for boys and girls
All over this world.
You’ve been blazing across mountains and vales,
Through deserts and blizzards galore,
Down chimneys and open tent doors,
Never asking a thing in return.
A most gracious boy you are.
I am no different, even though I am poor,
But not as poor as some.
There are boys and girls in trenches
Afraid for their life,
Littles ones starving
In far-off lands.
Many without beds nor
Roofs over their heads.
Yet,
Without a question,
You left a gift for each one.
I’m sure it brought joy to your heart
To know that you left a smile.
A smile they’ll remember
For the rest of their lives.
You see, there are many much
Poorer than I.
I ring this bell
For those who cannot see
For those who cannot hear
For those who cannot walk
For those who hunger
For those who have nothing,
Nothing at all.
What little I collect
I give with a smile.
I’m happy to give,
Makes me happy inside.
With that the
Boy from the “Land of The Snow”
Said, “I know what you mean.
May I help for a while?
I have nowhere to be,
But right here with thee,
On this Christmas Eve.”
With that, the two boys stood
In the cold of the night, ringing
Bells for all little ones in need.
The smiles on their faces told all.
The Man from the “Land of the Snow”
Looked down--- and with
A big smile on his face said,
“Remember this, my little friends,
Regardless of your past,
No matter who you are,
No matter where you are,
No matter what you become,
It is much better to give than to receive.
It will make you feel happy inside.”
With that, the early morning light shone bright
As church bells rang out across mountains
And valleys, deserts, and African plains.
“From the Land of the Snow”
“I wish you the Merriest Christmas of all!”
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