Santa’s Sleigh
Have you ever wondered
Where Santa leaves his sleigh,
When he brings toys for the girls and boys
To find on Christmas Day?
For reindeers, all the roof-tops
are much to smooth and steep!
One slip, and they’d fo sliding down,
and land in one big heap!
But if they were in the garden,
How could Santa, with his sack,
Climb right up to the roof-top,
Then down the chimney stack?
There’s too much danger in the road…
So, where CAN he leave his sleigh?
Perhaps you’d like to ask him,
When he comes round your way!
Would You?
By Ruth Somers
“Would you like to hold the baby?”
The gentle Mary might have said
To the shepherds who were kneeling
By her Holy Infant’s bed.
“Would you like to hold the baby?”
She might have asked those men of old,
Three wise men who had offered Him,
Myrrh, frankincense and gold.
“Would you like to hold the baby?”
She might ask of us today,
“Hold the blessed Christmas spirit
Deep within your hearts to stay?”
No Gifts Please
So many of you asked us (since Yuletide’s drawing near)
“What do you want for Christmas? What can we give this year?”
If we say, “We want nothing!” you buy something anyway,
So here’s a list of what we’d like; believe now what we say:
Pajamas for a little child, food to feed the poor.
Blankets for a shelter, and we ask but little more —
Perform good deeds and let us know,
Or volunteer your time.
These last are worth a fortune,
And they needn’t cost a dime.
We have too many things now, vases, candles, tapes and clocks.
We have our fill of garments, ties, underwear and socks.
Candy is too fattening, crossword books we’ve more than 20.
We don’t need trays or plates or cups,
And knickknacks we have plenty.
We’ve no walls to hang more pictures;
We have books we’ve not yet read;
So please take what you’d spend on us
And help the poor instead!
Just send a Christmas card to us and tell us what you’ve done;
We’ll open them on Christmas Eve, and read them one by one.
It won’t cost as much for postage as a package sent would do,
You’ll need no wrapping paper, ribbons, ink or glue.
And we’ll thank God you listened to what we had to say,
So we could be the instruments to help someone this way.
Author Unknown