Stays so full, never empties, as you make your way 'Round the world, in each house just a moment to stay. But the child shook his head, and Santa could see That he needed the answer. The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride. I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.
Some homes are too hungry, some homes are too sad, Some homes are so desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and there children grieve. But for homes where despair lives toys aren't enough. It's a very hard task, my smart little brother, To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others. But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed, For God has a way of meeting each need. That's part of the answer.