Santa's Secret

Santa knows, right down to his toes,
that presents and glittering trees
aren't reason enough for him to stuff
his sack with goodies to please.

Why does he fly, way up in the sky,
on a cold and freezing night,
when he could fly in the month of July
and be warm on his round-the-world flight?

The reason you see, is that Santa is free
to fly and do magical things
when the world settles down and loses its frown
in the glory that Christmastime brings.

Love fills the air without a care,
we're tender and warm and kind.
Night meets the day in a powerful way
and trouble is hard to find.

Bundled in love, we don't push or shove,
the world is a marvelous place.
Peace stands tall, and covering it all
is a blanket of snowy lace.

If you're kind all year, then you, my dear,
hold this secret deep inside:
Reindeer can't fly, or Santa stop by
till love fills the world far and wide.

© 1998 Terri McPherson
Windsor, Ontario, Canada