Santa from
SANTA'S VILLAGE

Reflective writings by Phillip L. Wenz that have been posted and published

on numerous Santa Claus group sites and newsletters.

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Through the Eyes of a Child

I remember being almost three when I sat upon Santa's knee.
He was a lot bigger than I had imagined him to be.
As I sat there I started to cry, really not knowing the reason why.
He was nice, jolly, tender and mild… I was too young to realize all the while,
I had just met Santa through the eyes of a child.

When I got older and went to school, some of the other children told me that I was being fooled.
"Santa is not real." some of my friends said, "Your parents put out the toys when you fall asleep in bed."
I asked my big brother what he thought about what I heard. "Of course Santa is real." He reassured.
On Christmas morning there was no doubt, Santa had come with presents all about.
I saw the belief in Santa through the eyes of a child.

Years later, married, with a family of my own, I experienced a part of Christmas that only a parent knows.
Each of our children has a wish from Santa for Christmas Day; they want books, candy and toys for play.
We tell them to be good, behave and don't fight, for Santa is watching you all day and all night.
When the big day comes and the moment arrives, my children wake me up in the morning at a quarter of five.
I saw the magic of Santa through the eyes of a child.

Now that I am older with my children all grown, each of them now has a family and a house of their own.
We gather each December to celebrate our traditions with stories, stockings and cookies in the kitchen.
I as sit in my rocker, getting ready to read, my youngest granddaughter crawls upon my knee.
"Twas the night before Christmas…" as the poem goes; I look at all my granddaughter with her face all a glow.
I see something in her eyes from a long, long time ago…
I see the legacy of Santa through the eyes of a child.

What Matters…

One hundred years from now, it will not matter...

What kind of beard you had, designer or real...

What kind of suit you wore, velvet or wool...

How much money you charged or if you charged at all...

Nor the events you appeared...

Or what group you belonged…

What matters is…

That you played Santa with honesty and integrity…

You shared with your peers to help foster fellowship…

Your conduct exhibited was worthy of Santa…

But most importantly what matters…

Knowing that you are blessed to have the opportunity

to make the world be a little brighter and better because,

as Santa, you were important in the life of a child.

Toys for Tots

My wish for you this Holiday from deep down in my heart,
Is for all good and happy things the Yuletide imparts.

I wish you peace and hope with prosperity and happiness too.
With love and comfort for your family and those close to you.

Little boys and girls full of Christmas fantasy and dreams,
Are helped out today by Santa's friends the United States Marines.

And all the wonderful people who help them with their cause,
to give a child a toy from dear old Santa Claus.

Christmas has a meaning its message is clear to see,
The children are our future that's the way it’s suppose to be.

Each child that we see has an important part to play,
It is up to all of us to help them on their way.

I thank you for helping the "toys for tots" and the Marines today,
And all the special things you do to help children learn to play.

The Holidays are magic for all of us to enjoy,
You made a Christmas special by giving a child a toy.