The Santa Substitute

This was a true story as a few days ago I would not have
been able to bring the joy of Santa to these kids without an open
heart opening the door to a solution!

As a Santa substitute,

I serve the North Pole,

Traveling to places,

Where Santa cannot be,

As diligence requires him,

To prepare for Christmas night.

On such a service,

I prepared to visit school,

Compensation of the heart,

Being my true reward,

I prepared my uniform,

For my duty of honor.

Surprise confounded me,

As upon the night prior,

I discovered my hairpiece,

Essential for the character,

To be missing from my outfit.

With no help in sight.

No store could help me,

On the morning to follow,

As my school visit preceded,

Their opening to service,

And so to the Heavens,

I cried out for help.

The answer did come,

As I called for information,

A Party City store,

To see when they would open,

And a live voice answered,

With a heart that would listen.

Sandy did hear me,

On my call that morning,

And opened the doors,

To assist Santa’s helper,

Bringing me an answer,

That none other could give,

So the children could be blessed.

And upon this fine day,

I share this tale of faith,

That Christmas love may lead us,

To any such opportunity,

To honor and serve love,

In reaching out to hearts.