Verse 1 I’d like to tell you a story—something that happened this very morning. My eyes may have watered a bit, because what I saw was… adorning. See this letter in my hand? It isn’t fancy, it’s rather plain— but inside, there’s something wondrous… if I’m brave enough to explain. Chorus (spoken reflection) Inside this letter lies a gift, one given and returned, a simple joy that never fades—just endlessly reborn. Ah, the magic of the season, with Santa’s sleigh in sight, spreading laughter through the world on this bright Christmas night. Verse 2 I strolled across the frosty lawn, beneath the pines’ perfume, wondering if my cocoa had been spiked by the neighbor’s broom. Because right before my bleary eyes—believe it or not, it’s true— I swear I saw old Santa’s sleigh, doing a test drive through the dew. Verse 3 He came in classic fashion, a booming “Ho-ho-ho!” resounding. Reindeer trotted in mid-air like they’d found invisible flooring. Each hoof went “clok-clok-clok”—how? I couldn’t say. At that point, I figured either magic… or mild Chardonnay. Verse 4 He parked right on your rooftop, skipped the driveway—classic move. Not a sound, not even a jingle—Santa’s got stealth to prove! Then down he hopped with shining eyes and a bag that nearly glowed— I swear even the porch light bowed in reverent Christmas mode. Verse 5 Suddenly, he caught my stare—I ducked behind a tree. He winked and whispered, “Shhh,” as calm as calm can be. Then, with a swing of his hips (Santa’s got rhythm, who knew?) He laughed so loud the moon itself turned rosy too! Verse 6 He tapped his nose and—poof!—shrank half his size, slid down your chimney like a beam of Northern-light surprise. The house flashed bright, ornaments twinkled twice, and I thought, “Well… that’s one way to save on lights!” Verse 7 In less than a minute, he zipped back up again, full-size, spotless, not a speck of soot on him! “Do you ever weigh yourself, Santa?” I yelled up in dismay. He grinned, “After cookies and milk? Not today!” Chorus (spoken reflection) Inside this letter lies a gift, one given and returned, a simple joy that never fades—just endlessly reborn. Ah, the magic of the season, with Santa’s sleigh in sight, spreading laughter through the world on this bright Christmas night. Verse 8 “Hey Santa!” I called, “What about me? Got a present, maybe two?” He scratched his beard, pulled out The List, and said, “Let’s see what we can do.” My heart pounded like a drummer boy—surely I’d hear “no way!” But he looked down smiling, “Oh yes… a gift for you— …but it’s meant to give away.” Verse 9 He held a letter high—it shimmered gold and red. Then somehow it was in my hand—“Magic Mail,” he said. “Don’t open it ‘til you’re home,” he warned, “its meaning shines inside.” Then with a whistle to the reindeer, they lifted with holiday pride. Verse 10 With each gentle hoof they vanished—no sound, no spark, no clue. “Merry Christmas to all!” he called, “and in giving, life finds you.” And there I stood beneath the stars, snow sparkling bright and new, holding this small letter—Santa’s gift for me… to give to you. Letter from Santa (read softly, as if unfolding parchment) Here is a gift, not only for you, Understand its worth—its joy is true. Give it with love, let kindness shine through, Spreading warmth and cheer in all that you do. (Pause) Love, Santa.
