On Christmas Eve I heard a sound I'd never heard before. A voice was softly speaking And I wanted to hear more. So very quietly I arose From the bed where I was laying. I tiptoed to the living room Where I heard Santa praying. "Dear Jesus, It's your birthday And I just want to say, Thanks for letting me be a part Of your very special day." "I always have believed in you I know that you are real. But there are some who don't believe And how sad that makes me feel." "Some houses have no Bible They have no manger scene. Some people speak of Christmas But forget what it really means." "I pray someday they all will know What Your love's worth, and then I know that they will understand The importance of your birth. Amen!" I always knew Santa brought toys Like my truck and my sister's doll But on this night I understood Why Santa is the jolliest of all. It is because he helps to spread Good will and Christmas cheer. And he helps Jesus celebrate His birthday every year. Then I quietly returned to my room And snuggled back in my bed. Knowing I'd always remember The words that Santa had said. In the morning I remembered what I had heard and seen. But I wasn't sure if it was real Or just a wonderful dream. By R. R. L. December 16, 2000