The Legend of Saint Nicholas
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There he sat in a great big chair,
velvet red suit, snow-like hair.
Full of laughter, joy, and cheer;
once again that time of year.
"Mommy, mommy, who is he?"
are words I longed to hear.
But what do you say to innocence,
to make the story clear?
Do I grant him imagination,
his mind set to explore?
Or thrust him into reality,
allowing his soul to soar?
I tell the story of Jesus,
His gracious, humble birth;
about how wise men brought Him gifts,
because He blessed this earth.
St. Nicholas too, was a humble man,
who loved all girls and boys.
He gave them joy and laughter,
by blessing them with toys.
His giving to children once a year,
to feel enormous pleasure;
throughout all time, each child will hold,
a day they'll always treasure.
Chosen was the day of our Lord,
I'm sure He wouldn't mind;
sharing His appointed birthday,
with a man so warm and kind.
Jesus had inspired a man,
to lovingly care and give;
and through the spirit of both these men,
their memories will live.
So once a year, St. Nicholas' spirit,
dwells in the hearts of men.
Bringing imagination to life,
in any way he can.
velvet red suit, snow-like hair.
Full of laughter, joy, and cheer;
once again that time of year.
"Mommy, mommy, who is he?"
are words I longed to hear.
But what do you say to innocence,
to make the story clear?
Do I grant him imagination,
his mind set to explore?
Or thrust him into reality,
allowing his soul to soar?
I tell the story of Jesus,
His gracious, humble birth;
about how wise men brought Him gifts,
because He blessed this earth.
St. Nicholas too, was a humble man,
who loved all girls and boys.
He gave them joy and laughter,
by blessing them with toys.
His giving to children once a year,
to feel enormous pleasure;
throughout all time, each child will hold,
a day they'll always treasure.
Chosen was the day of our Lord,
I'm sure He wouldn't mind;
sharing His appointed birthday,
with a man so warm and kind.
Jesus had inspired a man,
to lovingly care and give;
and through the spirit of both these men,
their memories will live.
So once a year, St. Nicholas' spirit,
dwells in the hearts of men.
Bringing imagination to life,
in any way he can.
5 comments:
You're amazing, Joni!
You've created a classic...
:)
I always liked this one.
Thanks June!
I knew when I wrote this so many years ago, that it held special meaning that would transcend time. :)
Merry Christmas!
What a lovely peom! I read it to my kids. :)
Merry Christmas, my lovely mentor. Have a beautiful day. Please accept my most heartfelt good wishes and prayers for you in the new year.
Love Von
P.S. I've visited you nearly every day, but each time I started to write a comment, a child began to cry or the door knocker clanged, or, well, you understand--being a mommy. :)
Merry Christmas Von!
This poem is one of those poems, where a child who has always believed in Santa can feel safe knowing, he DOES/did exist.
Thanks for visiting, and yes, I totally understand kinds/phone/door knockers and such! LOL
Happy New Year too! :)
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