Santa, busy at his workshop, <br />prepared for the next year; <br />When a little child walked in, <br />and asked in sweet, good cheer... <br /> <br />'Can I help you Santa? <br />You have so much work to do! <br />Should I sweep the sawdust, <br />Please.. let me help you! ” <br /> <br />Santa smiled and nodded, <br />as the child knelt on the floor, <br />A helpful child is rare these days; <br />They whine at every chore! <br /> <br />When dusk was drawing near, <br />Santa looked up from his seat, <br />and it broke his gentle heart, <br />to see the child's poor feet... <br /> <br />Nails had pierced each tender foot, <br />and hurt His little hands, <br />Then Santa knew that little Child, <br />was part of God's big plans.<br /><br />Roann Mendriq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-poems-santa-s-holy-helper/
