On Christmas Eve the other night
I saw the most amazing sight.
For there beneath the Christmas tree
was Santa kneeling on his knee.
His countenance was different than
that all-familiar, jolly grin;
His head was bowed, with hand to breast,
and slightly tucked into his vest.
For there in a Nativity was
Jesus and His family.
And as I heard him start to pray
I listened close to what he’d say…
“Lord, You know that You’re the reason
I take pleasure in this season.
I don’t want to take Your place,
but just reflect Your wondrous grace.
I hope You’ll help them understand
I’m just an ordinary man,
who found a way to do Your will
by finding kids with needs to fill.
But all those centuries ago,
there was no way for me to know
that they would make so much of me,
and all the gifts beneath the tree.
They think I have some hidden power
granted at the midnight hour,
but it is my love for You
inspiring the things I do.
And so when they begin to open gifts
for which they have been hoping,
may they give You all the glory,
for You’re the One True Christmas Story.