A Gift

Through wintry seas, through frozen floes,

A legend comes about.

At Christmas time, a snow white ship,

From the Arctic, sails down south.

On board this ship, a sailor- saint,

With a heart that's made of gold.

This sailor's name is dear Saint Nick,

He's a jolly fellow, bold.

Along with Nick, Sir Rudolf Redd,

He steers from coast to coast.

His nose up high, his eyes ahead,

With him, they're ne'er lost.

Now Jolly Nick, he has a list,

Of people whose been good.

The poor, the lonely and oppressed,

The oft misunderstood.

Now all these folks, at Christmas Eve,

To them, Saint Nick, drops by.

He prays for them and shares with them,

Some gifts sent from up high.

On one particular Christmas Eve,

In a poverty ridden beach,

Old Jolly Nick, his list achieved,

He sat down for some rest.

He took his time, he watched the waves,

And secretly spied a boy.

He saw the child, with the gift he gave,

But he played not with the toy.

So Saint Nick called the boy to him,

And with a gentle voice he asked,

"My son, why won't you play with it?

I'm sure it's up for task."

The boy, he smiled and then replied,

"I'm sure its good and ready,

But this toy, it's not for me.

I'm saving it, for the unborn child,

That's still inside ma's belly."

On Christmas eve, it's not the gifts,

That really matters most.

It's forgiveness, love and lots of peace,

We should spread from coast to coast.