“A Santa’s Christmas Wish” – Shared Tonight by a Very Tired Mrs. Claus
📜 November 12
43 Days Till Christmas
My darlings…
You’ll have to forgive me tonight.
This old girl has not an ounce of energy left—not a spoonful, not a sprinkle. Not even a cookie crumb’s worth.
Let’s just say the day was not what I had planned. It all began with a very enthusiastic (and tragically unsupervised) member of the North Pole IT team attempting what he called a “system refresh.” I won’t say his name, but if you see a trail of blinking lights leading to a coal-dusted hallway… you’ll know who was involved.
It ended with me, two sooty St. Bernards, and Santa himself covered from head to toe in what I believe was chimney-cleaning soot… although I’m not ruling out….no I can’t say it out loud right now.
No, no, I’ve not the strength to retell it tonight. I’ve bathed the Saints (twice), scrubbed my floors (also twice), and washed every last square inch of the kitchen. I have coal dust behind my ears and under my fingernails. And at some point, I believe the vacuum tried to lodge a formal complaint.
But—bless it all—as I was restoring the kitchen and the hall from the aftermath, thank God it was contained to those areas, I came across one of my favorite treasures. A small, folded piece of parchment tucked inside Santa’s devotional journal.
Now, you probably don’t know this about him, but my Santa is a very gifted poet. He won’t say it himself—he’ll just blush and brush cookie crumbs off his beard—but he truly has a way with words.
He keeps what I lovingly call his Jesus Journal. In it, he jots down prayers, dreams, Scriptures, and those gentle nudges he feels from the Lord. Many of his poems begin there—written in quiet moments, when the sleigh is still, and the world is asleep.
Some are prayers. Some are praise. And some are so filled with wonder, I had to stop and just hold the page to my heart.
Tonight, I thought instead of listening to this weary old woman ramble about black soot and dog baths, you might like to read one of Santa’s poems. It’s one of my dearest favorites.
Because beyond the sleigh bells and the snowflakes and the sparkle…
this is the Santa I know best.
So curl up with a cup of something warm, my darlings. And enjoy this little treasure from my husband’s heart to yours:
📜 Santa’s Christmas Wish – by S. Claus
I’ve traveled far through starlit skies,
Past rooftops trimmed in frost,
I’ve heard the laughter of the world—
Its aching, and its lost.
I’ve stood beside the chimney’s glow,
In homes both grand and small,
And every year I whisper thanks
For the One who loves us all.
To carry joy from land to land,
To see each wonder start,
Feels like a dream I still can’t grasp—
A gift beyond my heart.
For who am I, that children smile
To hear my humble name?
Or that the world finds hope and cheer
In stories of my fame?
But hear me now—beneath the red,
The boots, the bellowed cheer,
There beats a heart that bows in awe
Of One far greater here.
The Child who came on silent night,
The Savior wrapped in straw,
The King whose cradle shook the earth
And filled the world with awe.
My joy is not the sleigh I ride,
Nor gifts the elves prepare;
My joy is found in Christ the Lord,
Whose love is everywhere.
If I could have one Christmas wish—
One prayer for every land—
It’s this: that every heart would take
The Savior by the hand.
For laughter fades, and ribbons fray,
And even snow will fall…
But Jesus, in His mercy, brings
A joy that holds us all.
So as you hang each shining light
And lift your prayers above,
Remember this: the truest gift
Is His unending love.
And may that love, from Bethlehem,
Shine bright through all your days—
For Christmas lives forever in
A heart that learns His ways.
—S. Claus
Tomorrow, I’ll share the rest of the story—and yes, it involves a goat, more coal dust than I care to think of, a garland, and a rather unfortunate case of mistaken wiring. But for tonight, let’s rest in the beauty of this reminder:
The greatest gift we carry, the one we long to deliver more than any toy or trinket…
is the hope of Jesus.
And it’s yours, always.
With my love,
Mrs. Claus